“Our masters taught: Who is wealthy? He who is content
with his wealth – so said Rabbi Meir.But Rabbi Tarfon said: He who has
one hundred vineyards, one hundred fields, and one hundredslaves working in then. Rabbi Akiva said: He who has a wife comely in deeds,
Rabbi Yose said: He who has a privy not far from his table.”11
Footnote 11: “At that time, privies were out in the fields.
B. Shah 25b.
From page 602 in The Book of Legends Sefer Ha – Aggadah, legends from the Talmud
and Midrash, edited by Hayim Nahman Bialik and Yehoshua Hana Ravnitzky, translated
by Willim G, Braude
Monday, March 21, 2022
March 21, 2022
BLESSED ARE THEY
WHO DO NOT SEE,
YET THEY STILL BELIEVE
Saw a Zen saying, “The seed never sees the flower.”
Wow!
I added in my own thought, “The writer does not see the
reader – most of the time – 99,999 times out of a 100,000 times.”
Most books over 10,000 sales are a good deal.
Yet, the author, he or she writes on.
Who am I writing for: me or she or he?
Me!
Yet it does help to have an audience – better, a reader in mind.
Words are seeds….
Planted in hearts ….
Earth….
Formed by God’s hands – sculpted into me and you.
The parents who slave 2 jobs at times – and sometimes
more – while working - don’t see their kids in college having a great
time – feeling free – enjoying a great basketball game – screaming – happy –
running onto the court – pizza afterwards – a beer – fun – joy – yet if they
saw all that would they still see all their work and slavery – that it was all
worth it?
Of course ….
Okay, better they see graduations.
So the Zen writer was saying something significant when
she or he wrote, “The seed never sees the flower.”
That’s life 101.
We don’t see where our money in the special collection in
church goes – but we still take out our wallet and make that extra donation.
We pray – we sing at church – we reflect there Sunday
after Sunday - knowing – faith sinks
down deep into the soil of our hearts – like a seed.
Yet we pray seeds – knowing faith increases without our knowing
or seeing it happening. Didn’t Jesus say
something like that a long time ago?
We write words – seeds of black ink on white pages or
screens – knowing some of them will sink into the unconscious of others.
Sometimes it is very easy to say, “I was wrong” and
sometimes those three words are the most difficult words to say in one’s whole
life. “I was wrong!” Take Jephthal in the Book of Judges.I always wish he copt out and told God, “I
was wrong. I made a mistake when I made that dumb vow to you.” Nope. He had vowed to God to sacrifice the first creature that
came out his front door when he got home – if he beat the Ammonites in battle.
[Cf. Judges 11:29-40.] He killed his daughter. What a dumb move. What a dumb vow.Why not say, “I was wrong” and move on. How many people have taken vows in marriage or religious
life or priesthood – for the wrong reason – and discover it was a dumb move.
It’s self-destructive. It’s murder and suicide and others are involved. “I was wrong!” I can always hear God saying to Jephthah, “Wrong!” And I hear God saying the same thing to those in knots –
in dumb vows. “I was wrong!” And then there are those who admit they are wrong, but
they don’t get moving- they carry that
wrong for the rest of their lives. They need to see Shakespeare’s Lady Macbeth and have a
spiritual catharsis in seeing here washing and washing and washing those hands
after her terrible wrong. “I was wrong!” There I said it.