By Dr Charles Leyman Kachitsa
The world in all corners is rearing with a people who have progressed socially but all seem to feel the world stopped a long time ago. Yet all humanity are yearning for that sign of progress in the world around them, individually as well as a group. If anything we have to learn from habit, that once used to a habit, for there is no sense if a habit is not used as then it loses its meaning, we seem to gravitate in a cycle. Just like fashion teaches us that what is and what was would be the admired in future.
If we have to borrow a leaf from fashion, it would translate that the life and things the world is experiencing now were there before in some other past generation. As the earth moves on its axis around the sun, so does life, ever revolving. Every one is out there trying to find meaning to a life that has no answers to the questions that are hard to answer. Yet even more intriguing is in knowing that the truth is always there, we only need to deepen our search, looking in the right place.
The right place has always been an illusion that man has tried to reconstruct over time and has ever not been near to perfection to draw a conclusion that it is all finished and that the truth has been found, identified with no reservation that it is the very truth. A few people, a few because they chose so, have with enlightenment been able to discern what a world of true love looks like.
The quotes this week are a continuation extraction from a book that narrates the behind the scene atmosphere that hidden from the public plays amongst the high office subjects as they try to understand their situation to make meaning of what leadership is. I am sure the selected few quotations listed below from the book will enlighten you to one or two life lessons, read and enjoy:
CONCLAVE – THE POWER OF GOD. THE AMBITION OF MEN. by Robert Harris
“Celibacy had not made him feel neutered or frustrated, as the secular world generally imagined a priest must be, but rather powerful and fulfilled. He had imagined himself a warrior within a knightly caste: a lonely and untouchable hero, above the common run. If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be disciple. He was not entirely naive. He had known what it was to desire, and to be desired, both by women and by men. And yet he had never succumbed to physical attraction. He had gloried in his solitariness. It was only when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer that he had began to brood on what he had missed. Because what was he nowadays? No longer a shining knight: just another impotent old fellow, no more heroic than the average patient in a nursing home. Sometimes he wondered what had been the point of it all. The night-time pang was no longer of lust; it was of regret.”
“…….. Hands are hands, just as feet are feet, and they serve the Lord in their different ways. In other words, we should have no fear of diversity, because it is this variety that gives our Church its strength. And then, says Paul, when we have achieved completeness in truth and love, ‘we shall not be children any longer, or tossed one way and another and carried along by every wind of doctrine, at the mercy of all the tricks men play and their cleverness in deceit.”
“As he meditated, he began to experience the same premonition of violent chaos that had almost overcome him during the morning session in the Sistine Chapel. He saw for the first time how God willed destruction: that it was inherent in His Creation from the beginning and that they could not escape it – that He would come among them in wrath. See what desolation He has brought on the earth ……. ! He gripped the sides of the prie-dieu so hard that a few minutes later, when someone rapped loudly on the door behind him, his entire body seemed to jolt, as if he had been given an electric shock.”
“In the next-door room, he could hear the African cardinal snoring. The thin partition will seemed to vibrate like a membrane with each stertorous breath. He was sure it was Adeyemi. No one else could be so loud, even in his sleep. He tried counting the snores in the hope that the repetition would lull him to sleep. When he reached five hundred, he gave up.”
