Hope you are summering well.
Here’s the wisdom.
Our Gospel passage this week is Luke 12:13-21
Here are quotes from the sacred writings of other world religions on meekness:
Therefore, my beloved brethren, let everyone be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; for the wrath worketh not the righteousness of God.
St. James King James Version (Christianity)
Let a man overcome anger by love, let him overcome evil by good; let him overcome the greedy by liberality, the liar by truth! Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
Dhammapada – (Buddhism)
O Thou that changest earth into gold, And out of other earth madest the father of mankind, Thy business is changing things and bestowing favours, My business is mistakes and forgetfulness and error. Change my mistakes and forgetfulness to knowledge; I am altogether vile, make me temperate and meek.
Koran – (Islam)
He whom the world troubles not, and who troubles not the world, who is free from the emotions of joy, wrath, and fear, is dear to Me. The man who is guileless, pure, upright, unconcerned, free from distress of mind, who renounces every enterprise and worships Me, is dear to Me. He who has neither delight nor aversion, who neither mourns nor desires, who renounces good and evil fortune, and worships Me, is dear to Me. He who is the same to friend and foe, and also in honour and dishonour, who is the same in cold and heat, pleasure and pain, who is wholly free from attatchment; To whom praise and blame are equal, who is silent, content with every fortune, home-renouncing, steadfast in mind, and worships Me, that man is dear to Me.
Bhagavad Gita 12:15-19 (Hinduism)
He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.
Book of Proverbs 16:32
Ye, who seek after Truth, cast down your vanity!Lust and wrath are wasteful companions. Flee themBy night, by day! Only that spirit is wakeful
That with equal mind confronts happiness and suffering,
Glory and shame, that regards joy with as much detachment
As pain, as sorrow! that is indifferent to praise,
That is indifferent even to blame, the world’s blame,
And that seeks the blissful Nirvana. Nanak,
That seeking is the hardest of all games:
Only the rare Enlightened Ones master it.
Rag Gauri (Sikhism)
Sorrow and happiness are the heresies of virtue; joy and anger lead astray from TAO; love and hate cause loss of virtue. The heart unconscious of sorrow and happiness that is perfect virtue. One, without change that is perfect repose. Without any obstruction that is the perfection of the unconditioned. Holding no relations with the external world, – that is perfection of the negative state. Without blemish of any kind, – that is the perfection of purity.
Chuang Tzu (Taoism)
God is not an object so much as a relationship—the reconciliation of all things to all things. When I feel reconciled to God, I feel awe for the gift of creation, I feel love for my fellow creatures, and I feel peace within myself.
And a poem:
The Big Heart
‘Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.’ – From an essay by W. B. Yeats
wide as a watermelon,
but wise as birth,
there is so much abundance
in the people I have:
Max, Lois, Joe, Louise,
Joan, Marie, Dawn,
Arlene, Father Dunne,
and all in their short lives
give to me repeatedly,
in the way the sea
places its many fingers on the shore,
again and again
and they know me,
they help me unravel,
they listen with ears made of conch shells,
they speak back with the wine of the best region.
They are my staff.
They comfort me.
They hear how
the artery of my soul has been severed
and soul is spurting out upon them,
bleeding on them,
messing up their clothes,
dirtying their shoes.
And God is filling me,
though there are times of doubt
as hollow as the Grand Canyon,
still God is filling me.
He is giving me the thoughts of dogs,
the spider in its intricate web,
in all its amazement,
and a slain ram
that is the glory,
the mystery of great cost,
and my heart,
which is very big,
I promise it is very large,
a monster of sorts,
takes it all in—
all in comes the fury of love.