Burnaby, British Columbia
A drizzle. A walk. A
mantra. Some words... began my day. In the Fraser River delta region a peaceful
and timeless spirit can be felt especially before the sun is peeking.
Unfortunately the timing of the sun's rising seems to excite the mode of
passion. Traffic. Speed. Movement. Anguish then prevails.
I was driven to the
Vancouver Airport by Jaya Govinda, one of the temple co-ordinators and it's
always a pleasure to be in his company. I did end up in the last seat of an
earlier West Jet flight. I was sandwiched between two women who happened to be
friends. They were rather jolly. We spoke about time, about spirituality and of
hurricanes and earthquakes and of their recent damage done on both coasts of
North America.
I shared with them a
passage I came across from a Christian writer of the 19th century. Frederic
Faber wrote:
"God is slow, we are swift and precipitate. It is because we are but
for a time, and He has been from eternity. Thus grace for the most part acts
slowly, and mortification is as long as leveling a mountain, and prayer as the
growth of an old oak. God works by
little and little, and sweetly and strongly He compasses his ends, but with a
slowness which tries our faith because it is so great a mystery. "
The two women from
Richmond and who were on either of my side really liked hearing the passage
which I read to them. I also found it
insightful.
5 KM
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