A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized, “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the... Read more »
Any time you sincerely want to make a change, the first thing you must do is raise your standards. When people ask me what really change my life... I tell them that absolutely the most important thing was changing what I demanded of myself. I wrote down all the things I would no longer accept in my life, all the things I would no longer tolerate, and all the things I aspired to becoming.
If there's one lesson our generation should pass down to our children and grandchildren, it's to value quality over quantity in all aspects of life. Too much cheap food left us unhealthy. Too much technology taxed our wallets and became obsolete the moment we bought it, over and over again. Too much entertainment shortened our attention spans and too much demand gave us thousands of reality tv shows so that we could watch other people's lives instead of living our own. We're realizing it now, under mounds of broken plastic, prescriptions, and bills. With farmer's markets and handmade goods, with... Read more »
Some lives drift here and there like reeds in a stream, depending on changing currents for their activity. Others are like swimmers knowing the depth of the water. Each stroke helps them onward to a definite objective.
When a man is stimulated by his own thoughts, full of desire and dwelling on what is attractive, his craving increases even more. He is making the fetter even stronger. But he who takes pleasure in stilling his thoughts, practising the contemplation of what is repulsive, and remaining recollected, now he will make an end of craving, he will snap the bonds of Mara. His aim is accomplished, he is without fear, rid of craving and without stain. He has removed the arrows of changing existence. This is his last body.
Distraction is our habitual state. Not the distraction of the person who withdraws from the world in order to shut himself up in the secret and ever-changing land of his fantasy, but the distraction of the person who is always outside himself, lost in the trivial, senseless, turmoil of everyday life.