When I was younger, I relished the debate. I would gleefully jump into the fray. Keen to make my point. Eager to prove the error of their ways. I would verbally wrestle with acquaintances, friends, family — anyone who would engage.
I am older now, and hopefully wiser.
I have come to see the futility of arguments and debate. Beauty is unveiled in silence, not in the multitude of words. Truth is known — unspoken, in the heart — not arrived at through dogma or philosophy.
Each person’s journey is holy ground. Not to be trampled upon.
To love your neighbour as yourself is to allow them space and time to grow at their own pace. Not yours.
Let go, and let God set their course — not you. Their journey is as sacred as yours. God has no favourites. He is working in them just as he is working in you — at his own pace, by his own means, in his own time.
The most truthful things I hold are held in silence now. Not because they are secret. Because they are too real for argument.
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