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JESUS - Son
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| جبران خليل جبران |
أحبوا أعداءكم باركوا لاعنيكم. أحسنوا إلى إلى مُبغضيكم، وصلوا لأجل الذين يسيئون إليكم ويطردونكم
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JESUS
Jesus of Nazareth meets Jesus of the Christian in a garden among the hills of
Lebanon.
And they talk long, and each time Jesus of Nazareth goes away, saying to Jesus
of the Christian:
"My friend, I fear we shall never, never agree...!"
The truly religious man does not embrace a religion, and he who embraces one – has no religion!
FAITH IS AN OASIS IN THE HEART
WHICH WILL NEVER BE REACHED BY THE CARAVAN OF THINKING!
Humanity believes he was
crucified painfully ...
And all that Humanity
offers to him is crying and wailing and lamentation.
For centuries humanity has been worshipping weakness in the person of the
Savior ...
But the
Nazarene was not weak. He was strong and he is strong!
But people refuse to heed the true meaning of strength.
JESUS WAS
A RAGING TEMPEST WHO BROKE ALL CROOKED WINGS
He feared not his prosecutors nor his enemies. He suffered not before his
killers.
He defied all despots and oppressors. He muted evil, crushed falsehood and
chocked treachery.
JESUS NEVER LIVED IN
FEAR, NEITHER DID HE DIE SUFFERING OR COMPLAINING
HE DIED WITH A HEROISM THAT FRIGHTENED HIS KILLERS AND TORMENTORS
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Jesus came not from the heart of the circle of light to persuade the strong man to become a pastor or a priest, but came to dend forth upon this earth a new spirit, with power to crumble the foundation of any monarchy built upon human bones and skulls. |
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He came to demolish the majestic palaces, constructed upon the graves of the weak, and crush the idles erected upon the bodies of the poors. Jesus was not sent here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold huts and dismal hovels of the miserable. |
He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an altar, and the mind a prist
These are the teachings for which he was crucified.
And if humanity were wise
she would stand today
and sing in strength
the song of conquest and the hymn of triumph.
| You would have me speak of Jesus, but how can we lure |
| the passion-song of the world into a hollowed reed? |
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In every aspect of the day Jesus was aware of the Father. He beheld him in the clouds and in the shadows they cast on the fields. He saw His Father’s face reflected in the quiet pools of the mountain lakes, and the faint print of his feet upon the sand. |
You
should understand this not only in the mind, but rather in the spirit.
Mind weighs and measures,
but it is the spirit that reaches the heart of life,
and embraces its secret;
AND THE SEED OF THE SPIRIT IS DEATHLESS
The wind may be raging and
then cease,
and the sea shall swell and then weary,
but the heart of life is a sphere quiet and serene,
and the star that shines
therein
WILL NEVER SET!
Jesus is the man who revealed God as a
being of joy
BUT PEOPLE CANNOT BE HAPPY WITH A HAPPY
GOD
they recognize as their Gods only the
Gods of their pain.
THEY DO NOT RISE TO THEIR DEITY
BUT THEY ONLY BRING THEIR DEITY DOWN TO
THEMSELVES
This
people would prefer to discover another God, slain in the forest, and they would
celebrate his slaying!
It is a pity, a real pity, that they heed not the laughter of Jesus.
THE
LONELY MAN IS THE STRONGEST MAN
At that
moment the Nazarene was greater than His race.
LOVE IS A SACRED MYSTERY
To those
who love it is a force that remains forever wordless.
For those who do not love, on the contrary, it is but a heartless jest.
Jesus despised and scorned the hypocrites. His rage scourged them like a tempest.
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His voice was thunder in their ears, and He cowed them. Like moles in the dark earth they worked to undermine his footsteps. But he laughed at them, because it is impossible to mock the spirit, nor can it be taken in the pitfall! |
Jesus did not condemn the thief or the murderer,
but he did utterly condemn the hypocrite,
whose face is masked.
AGAINST THE HYPOCRITE HE IS CLOSED AND SEALED!
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Weaklings, whom you call sinners, are like the featherless young sparrows that fall from the nest. The hypocrite is the vulture, waiting upon a rock for the death of the prey. Weaklings are men lost in a desert. But the hypocrite is not lost. He knows the way, yet he laughs between the sand and the wind. |
| BLESSED ARE THE SERENE IN SPIRIT |
| BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO ARE NOT HELD BY POSSESSIONS |
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FOR THEY SHALL BE FREE |
BLESSED
ARE THEY WHO HUNGER AFTER TRUTH AND BEAUTY
BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART AS THEY SHALL BE ONE WITH GOD
BE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD!
Put not that flame under a bushel but let it shine
from the summit
so
that it shines to those who seek the City of God!
He who
gives shall be rewarded with greater generosity.
And give to everyone according to their necessities.
JESUS THE
NAZARENE WAS BORN AND REARED LIKE OURSELVES
HIS MOTHER AND FATHER WERE LIKE OUR PARENTS
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THEY CALL HIM THE SON OF MAN |
In my
heart dwells Jesus the Nazarene,
the Poet who makes poets of us all, the spirit who knocks at our door
so that we may wake and rise and let our illusions come out,
to meet truth naked and unencumbered.
The
Nazarene wanted us to live our time in the intensity and the fullness of love.
He taught man how to break the chains of his bondage that he may be free from
his yesterdays.
I often
wonder whether Jesus was a man of flesh and blood like ourselves,
or just an idea that visits the vision of men.
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However the stream of all the rivers of the past, the present and the future would not be enough to carry away our remembrance of him. He was a mountain burning in the night, and a soft glow beyond the hills. He was a thunder of the sky and together a murmur in the mist of daybreak. |
He was a waterfall pouring from the heights to the planes destroying
all that it meets in its path. He was like the laughter of children.
No, Jesus was not a phantom nor a conception of the poets ...
HE WAS MAN LIKE YOURSELF AND MYSELF
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he was a man of joy, and it was upon the path of joy that he met the sorrows
of all men.
AND JESUS WAS OFTEN
ALONE, HE WAS AMONG US YET NOT ONE WITH US
He was upon the earth, yet He was of the sky.
ONLY IN
OUR ALONENESS MAY WE VISIT THE BORDERLESS LAND OF HIS ALONENESS
THERE IS
NO DEPTH BEYOND THE SOUL OF MAN,
AND THE SOUL OF MAN IS THE DEEP THAT CALLS UNTO ITSELF.
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The Nazarene has spoken of a God too vast to be unlike the soul of any man, too knowing to punish and too loving to remember the sins of His creatures. God is sun in the sky, fire upon the earth and light in the bosom of man. We need no other God. I know he who paddles against all streams but never finds the source, and he who runs all rivers but never dares to the sea. But look at me now, I am a man who walks with life, and I laugh with the sun from the first moment it appears to me upon the mountain, until it yields itself to bed behind the hills. I care not for what shall befall me tomorrow! |
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There were two streams running in the heart of the Nazarene: that of the kinship to God, and the stream of ecstasy. And in my Solitude I followed these two banks into His heart. It was then that I began to hear the murmur of those two streams in my own bosom also, and I was gladdened. Aye, Jesus was a man and not a God; and therein lies our wonder all our infinite surprise. Neither the Romans nor the Jews really understood Him, nor did His disciples who now preach His name. The Romans slew him, and that was a blunder. The Galileans would make a god of him, and that was also a mistake. |
But who in very truth slew Jesus, the Romans or the priests of Jerusalem.
Neither the Romans slew him, nor the priests.
The whole world stood to honor Him upon that hill.
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What flower save the lotus, knows the waters and the sun?
What heart, save the lotus heart, shall know both earth and sky?
Wake up and look at the golden flower, that floats deep and high even
as you
and I float betwixt a love that has forever been and shall forever be.
In Nazareth there lives a poet, and his heart is like a lotus.
And with us he is rowing on the waters of the lake ...
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CANT YOU SEE HIM WHERE THE WILLOW BOUGH KISSES ITS OWN REFLECTION? IT IS BEAUTIFUL, TO KNOW THE YOUTH OF LIFE, IT IS BEAUTIFUL TO KNOW ITS SINGING JOY. THERE IS A POET IN NAZARETH WHO KNOWS AND LOVES US BOTH. DIP YOUR OAR, AND LET ME TOUCH MY STRINGS. WHO WAS THAT JESUS OF NAZARETH AND WHAT WAS HE? A MAN WHO DARED NOT LIVE HIS MIND; THEREFORE HE FADED INTO OBLIVION, FORGOTTEN FOREVER! |
THE CIDER
TREE FELL A LONG TIME AGO, BUT ITS FRAGRANCE
STILL PERSISTS
AND ALWAYS WILL
PERVADE THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH
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Who slew Jesus?
SOME SOLDIERS CONFESS: WE HAVE DONE IN GAZA ATROCITIES CRAZY ...
