It wasn’t long thereafter that I walked into the town of Tardajos, where, as was my usual custom, I entered the local church to offer peaceful prayers of heartfelt gratitude and humble resolve – the former for where (and how) I had come from, the latter to where (and why) I might well travel…

“I used to listen to the monks repeating the Lord’s Prayer, and often I wondered how they could continue to pray for their heavenly Father to give them their daily bread without feelings any sort of misgiving. After all, do children ever beseech their own earthly fathers to give them sustenance? Of course not. For whether that sustenance actually arrives or not, those children rightfully & almost unknowingly expect their parents to somehow provide the same. As such, they neither feel gratitude when that food comes to their table, nor do they feel any need to give thanks for the same. Maybe they are still wise to the far greater truth of generosity – namely, that it is the giver who gets by far ‘the better end of the deal’, and maybe they have simply not yet been exposed to the acute taint of hungered disappointment. In a very similar vein, it seemed to me that if an omnipotent Creator was not prepared to (for at least a large portion of the time) fluidly provide for all his sentient creations with their basic necessities, then He would have been far better off having never created them in the first place.” ~ inspired by W. Somerset Maugham

Filed under: Peace Pilgrimage #02: Walking HOME (2019) by Scaughdt