“For everyone who exults themselves will be humbled, but the ones who humble themselves will be exulted.”
There once lived a man so humble, that even the angels rejoiced at the sight of him. But, in spite of his great sanctity, he didn’t even have the slightest idea that he was holy. He just went about his humdrum and ordinary daily tasks, diffusing goodness in the same way flowers unconsciously diffuse their fragrance, and in the same way streetlights diffuse their glow.
His sanctity lay in this – that he forgot each person’s past, and looked at him or her, as they were, and he looked beyond each person’s appearance to the very center of their being, where they were innocent and blameless and too unaware to know what they were doing. Thus, he loved and forgave everyone he met – and he saw nothing extraordinary in this, for it was the result of his way of looking at people. Continue reading