I am sometimes a little hesitant about putting this kind of blog on the site for fear that it may lead some to think that it is a religious observation. It is not. In any case, if we do quote something that appears religious then if one does not want to accept it you can just discard it if you do not believe it. We all have different ways to cope with our problems and to some, the religious road is their way and who are we to say it is wrong. They derive great comfort from it and who are we to deprive them comfort, God knows, we all need it. I agree, overt religious comment is not for this site and I do not advocate it any more than political comment, but sometimes a quote can be helpful and I, for one, will not hesitate to use any that seems helpful.. We can only speak from our own experience and we do not want to have to walk on eggshells. For the record, I am not 'religious' but I have always felt that there is something there, in the background, that stops me going over the cliff. Call it what you will, but it is a feeling and that is what this site is all about, isn't it; feelings? I do not expect anyone else to have that feeling; that is entirely for them. I am not being controversial but we should let others believe what they do from their experience.
"St. Christophre has crossed the river. All night long he has marched against the stream. Like a rock his huge limbed body stands above the water. On his shoulders is a Child, frail and heavy. St. Christophre leans on a pine tree that he has plucked up, and it bends. His back also bends. Those who saw him set out vowed that he would never win through and for a long time their mockery and their laughter followed him. Then the night fell and they grew weary. Now Christophe is too far away from those standing on the waters brink to reach him.
Through the roar of the torrent he hears only the tranquil voice of the Child, clasping a lock of hair on the giants forehead in his little hand and crying: "March on"--and with bowed back, and eyes fixed straight in front of him on the dark bank whose towering slopes are beginning to gleam white, he marches on. Suddenly he hears bells, and he springs into wakefulness. It is a new dawn. Behind the sheer black cliffs rides the golden glory of the invisible Sun. Almost falling, Christophe at last reaches the bank, and says to the Child "How heavy you are Child, who are you?". And the Child answers, "I am the day, soon to be born". (Anon).
I wonder how many of us carry the burden of the coming day around on our backs? You notice he was ridiculed and mocked! To say that this little story is over the heads of a lot of people is to assume that no one is as intelligent as we are. We all get out of something only as much as we put in. Love to all. jonathan.