When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it — always.
Sometimes there would be a rush of noisy visitors and the silence of the monastery would be shattered. This would upset the monks; not the Master who seemed just as content with the noise as with the silence. To those protesting he said one day, "Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self. "
Dear Pray-er, A soul not nourished by prayer is like a barren desert: Pray when you work. Pray over every problem. Pray when you are at home, Pray with your family. Pray when you watch the news, Pray over the nations, the planet. Pray in the Silence, Become the Prayer.
