Most Holy Trinity Parish

Tucson, Arizona

9/01/2005

"Gandhi’s Place"

This great article explains the subtle charisma of a rose. The Author challenges all of us to stop for a moment and perceive that greatness of life; trust the world and ourselves. Just like the rose knows that she is magnificent, that way we should know that we are sons of god and we are that same fruit.

"Gandhi’s Place"

If you want to smell the aroma of Christianity, you must copy the rose. The rose irresistibly draws people to itself, and the scent remains with them. Even so, the aroma of Christianity is subtler even than that of the rose and should, therefore, be imparted in an even quieter and more imperceptible manner, if possible. – Mahatma Gandhi
Gandhi’s rose is a magnificent image. The quiet and imperceptible authority of the rose comes from its beauty and lovely fragrance. It does not need to prove itself or convert you to its side. It knows it is a rose, and it knows it is beautiful.
If you have a nose and an eye for beauty, you will recognize the inherent authority of the rose. In face, its inner authority might well be so pressing and demanding that you might say to the rose, as did St. Francis de Sales, “Stop shouting!”
If Christianity relied on its inner authority, the weight of its truth and the sheer power of genuine goodness, the world would also say to Christians, “I hear you – stop shouting!” And we would not have preached a sermon or spoken a single word.
The powers of the world, who are always fighting deadlines, management goals and profit scales, do not expect to be motivated from within. They must produce, fix and accomplish, and this is one helpful part of life.
What about us? The author of life bids us share in divine freedom and authority. This will take longer, but it will also last longer, and this God seems to be building for the long haul. God waits, as only God can wait, because God knows the whole picture. Those with true authority can believe because they know that they know. And the rose can both blossom and die because she knows that she is a rose.
from Sojourners, “Authors of Life Together”

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