I wish I’d found this quote before I wrote the last two blog posts. The genius of Thomas Merton: he says in fourteen words what I’ve struggled to say in six hundred or so…
Every moment and every event of every man’s life plants something in his soul.
I had no choice about the bitterness, the ugliness, the filth and the disrespect that was planted in my soul, or the scarring wounds that were inflicted on it.
But scars fade, and as for seeds: well, despite the almost-impossibility of the task, it’s my choice as to which seeds I nurture to maturity, isn’t it…?