Meekness is...

So... I said I would post about Singapore, but my thoughts bunny trailed in a different direction, so Singapore will have to come later.

Too often people group spinelessness, cowardice, and meekness as synonyms. And yet, meekness or gentleness (depending on the translation) is one of the fruits of the spirit, and Jesus said the meek/gentle would inherit the earth. In our culture meekness seems to be anything but noble. Granted part of the difficulty comes from translating the original Greek to English. The word for meekness in Greek is Prautes.

Arostotle described Prautes as:

"The ability to bear reproaches and slights with moderation, and not to embark on revenge quickly, and not to be easily provoked to anger, but to be free from bitterness and contentiousness, having tranquility and stability in the spirit."

Other defenitions include "strength tempered by gentleness" or "strength under control"

Cowardice and meekness are antonyms.



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Meekness is coloring wildly--inside the lines.

Meekness is thinking outside the box, but relating those thoughts to others so as to broaden their horizens

Meekness is unabashedly valuing truth without insisting others know you are right.

Meekness is saying yes.

Meekness is saying no.

Meekness is a leader following.

Meekness is understanding that despite your best efforts at philosophy, logic, and reason, some things, you will only understand intuitively.

Meekness is listening.

Meekness is a child sitting still.

Meekness is a thought written down.



Meekness is courage bowing to wisdom.

Meekness is pragmatism bowing to faith.

Meekness is the Lord of the Universe coming to earth as a baby.

The true measure of a tool lies, not in its inherent effectiveness or efficiency, but in its ability to be used.

So now I’m blogging? / Awakening

I'm still not entirely sure what I think about this whole blogging thing. I've contemplated blogging for a while, but always decided I don't have enough time. Time disappears constantly and business only escalates.

With that said, I think better when I'm typing anyway. Somehow, my thoughts just reorder themselves and become coherent when I can see them in front of me... I guess I'm just better at thinking with a keyboard than inside my own head. I probably won't post as often as I should, but then, if people really want to know what's going on in my life, they should just ask me.

For the moment, I'm setting myself the goal of blogging about the ICC Masters Conference and Singapore... we'll see what happens with that. I'll kick off this mini-series with a poem I wrote on the Institute for Culture Communiticators Theme for 2010:


Awakening:


Who is she?
This silent girl
Who wanders
Through the halls of another's mind


Looking for herself
But finding
No one


Coming to a room of mirrors
Looking
She'd see both
Herself and another


Afraid of finding
Cataract filmed eyes
She prefers
Her own imagination


Blinded by the night
She musters
Courage for the morning