“The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things - the beauty, the memory of our own past - are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself, they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are only the scent of a flower we have not yet found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never visited.”
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It's Not About Me
- Keith Cox
- I am currently EM Pastor at Rock Presbyterian Church in San Diego. I write here in the hope of somehow in a small way shining the light of Christ, doing a small thing to fulfill Christ's command to make disciples of all nations (Mt. 28:19-20), keeping in mind Mother Teresa's admonition that we are not called to do great things, but to do small things with great love.
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