To Each His Own Way And His

One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.

A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.

That Was The One Thing About The Rain That Likened It To Sorrow: You Did Your Best To Remain Untouched, Safe And Dry, But If And When You Failed, There Came A Point In Which You Started Seeing The Problem Less In Terms Of Drops Than As An Incessant Gush, And Thereby You Decide You Might As Well Get Drenched.

We Were All Created In His Image, And Yet We Were Each Created Different And Unique. No Two People Are Alike. No Two Hearts Beat To The Same Rhythm. If God Had Wanted Everyone To Be The Same. He Would Have Made It So. Therefore, Disrespecting Differences And Imposing Your Thoughts On Others Is Tantamount To Disrespecting God’s Holy Scheme.

After The Ankara Bombings On October 10, People Were Asked To Hold A Minute Of Silence, But Many Refused. Our Society Can't Even Unite In Grief To Honor The Victims. We've Lost Our Empathy. That's Maybe The Worst.