Saturday 22 September 2012
In the face of the oppressed I recognize my own face, and in the hands of the oppressor I recognize my own hands. Their flesh is my flesh, their blood is my blood, their pain is my pain, their smile is my smile. In another’s eyes I see my plea for forgiveness, and in a hardened frown I see my refusal. When someone murders, I know that I too could have done that, and when someone give birth, I know that I am capable of that as well. In the depths of my being, I meet my fellow humans with whom I share love and have life and death. Henri Nouwen ☀
