HE who knows Love—becomes Love, and his eyes
Behold Love in the heart of everyone,
Even the loveless: as the light of the sun
Is one with all it touches. He is wise
With undivided wisdom, for he lies 
In Wisdom’s arms. His wanderings are done,
For he has found the Source whence all things run—
The guerdon of the quest, that satisfies.
He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love. 
Melted in Love’s own fire, his spirit flows
Into all earthly forms, below, above;
He is the breath and glamour of the rose,
He is the benediction of the dove.

By: Elsa Barker

I recently had one of the most seemingly disastrous job interviews I’ve ever been on in my life. When preping for an interview, there are some questions you expect will be asked one of which would be “What is your biggest weakness?” Of course the point is to come up with a weakness that is really a strength in disguise or a weakness that could be spun positively very easily.

I had my “weakness” at the ready so when one of the interviewers asked me to list my three biggest weaknesses, the only thing I could think was “three?!?” So I went with my usual answer, came up with another one on the spot, and when it came to the third not-so-weak-but-actually-a-good-quality “weakness” I went absolutely blank. And the pause that followed was long and painful. In fact, it was a puase so long and so painful that the other interviewer turns and tells me he has another question for me to answer until I could come up with my third “weakness.” I thought I had been relieved of the question that way but after I answered the interim question, they both stared at me and asked for my third “weakness.” And I was still drawing a blank.

In my best effort to salvage the moment all I could muster was, “Well, considering the situation, I’d say my third weakness would be that I can’t always think very quickly on my feet.”


I couldn’t wait to get out of there; the interview couldn’t end soon enough.

Imagine my surprise when two weeks later I got a call telling me that I’d gotten the job. It seems that my perceived absolute blunder demonstrated that I could take a bleak looking situation and make the best out of it. By using my inability to come up with an answer as my answer, I did think on the spot without even realizing it. But it seems my interviewers did.

This reitierated to me something a dear friend had briefly said to me before: It’s all about perspective. Point of view can make or break a moment, a day, a week, a year, a life. St. Paul in his epistle to the Thessalonians tells us to “Rejoice always.” It seems like a fairly difficult direction to follow because bad things happen. But the point is to rejoice during the bad and the good, to cultivate a spirit that does not waver in the face of the ups and the downs. To cultivate a spirit so solidly grounded in God that nothing but rejoicing and joy seems natural. And that’s one of the keys right there–the bad will lose all potency in the face of a joyful spirit and it will be transformed into all that is good simply because we are following His commandment.

There are just some songs out there that have this amazing way of making me smile. They’re infectious. Ingrid Michelson’s “The Way I Am” is one of those songs. I suggest giving it a listen. I guarantee it’ll make you smile. I’ve put the lyrics below for the curious…
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I’d buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

– e.e. cummings