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Sunday, April 7, 2024: People worshipping goodness and love and kindness and truth are worshipping the same God - Anne Lamott


Sunday, April 7, 2024: I just heard the most wonderful interview with Anne Lamott on the TED Radio Hour. It's a full hour and I'm listening to it a second time to understand more of her wisdom. Here's the link and a few wise quotes from writer Ann Lamott:





I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.

 

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it's like they are holding the baby of you.

 

I happen to be a Christian, but I know that there is one God. People worshipping goodness and love and kindness and truth are worshipping the same God.

 

You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.

 

I've heard people say that God is the gift of desperation, and there's a lot to be said for having really reached a bottom where you've run out of any more good ideas or plans for everybody else's behavior; or how to save and fix and rescue; or just get out of a huge mess, possibly of your own creation.

 



I have a very dark sense of humor. I swear. I have a very playful relationship with Jesus.

 

I just try to love and serve everyone, and bring everyone water, and lend an ear; that's what Jesus said to do.

 

A whole lot of us believers, of all different religions, are ready to turn back the tide of madness by walking together, in both the dark and the light - in other words, through life - registering voters as we go, and keeping the faith.

 



Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.


Age has given me the gift of me; it just gave me what I was always longing for, which was to get to be the woman I've already dreamt of being. Which is somebody who can do rest and do hard work and be a really constant companion, a constant, tender-hearted wife to myself.


 

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

 

I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.



 

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