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Anurāga ... Love
Parākrama ... Courage
Dhairya ... Patience
Śānti ... Peace
Mahānubhāvatva ... Magnanimity
Praśastatva ... Goodness
Śraddāna ... Faith
Apīḍana ... Gentleness
Niḥsaṃga ... Selflessness
Ātmniyantranā ... Self-Control
Ātmāhavana ... Self-Sacrifice
Satyavāditā ... Truthfulness
Dhārmikatva ... Righteousness
Nyāyā ... Justice
Ānṛśaṃsya ... Mercy
Chāya ... Gracefulness
Amānitā ... Humility
Prabhubhakti ... Loyal
Karuṇāveditā ... Sympathy
Ādhyātmikajñāna ... Spiritual Knowledge
Mahopekṣā ... Forgiveness
Akalkatā ... Honesty
Anāditva ... Eternity
Apekṣā ... Hope

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But now you must put them all away: anger, wrath, malice, slander, and obscene talk from your mouth. (Colossians 3:8) 

The Optimist Creed

Promise Yourself...

• To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind 
• To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet 
• To make all your friends feel that there is something in them 
• To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true 
• To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best 
• To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own 
• To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future 
• To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile 
• To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others 
• To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble 

- Optimist International

A Language Mystery

Now very early in the morning,
The Lord came again into the temple,
and all the people came to Him.
He sat down, and taught them.
The scribes and the Pharisees
brought a woman taken in adultery.
Having set her in the midst,
they told Him,
“Teacher, we found this woman in adultery,
in the very act.
Now in our law,
Moses commanded us to stone such.
What then do You say about her?”
They said this testing Him,
that they might have something to accuse Him of.
But The Lord stooped down,
and wrote on the ground with His finger.
(John 8:6)
[First part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.] 
But when they continued asking Him,
He looked up and said to them,
“He who is without sin among you,
let him throw the first stone at her.”
Again He stooped down,
and with His finger wrote on the ground.
(John 8:8)
[Second part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.] 
They, when they heard it,
being convicted by their conscience,
went out one by one,
beginning from the oldest,
even to the last.
The Lord was left alone with the woman
where she was, in the middle.
The Lord, standing up, saw her and said,
“Woman, where are your accusers?
Did no one condemn you?”
She said, “No one, Lord.”
The Lord said,
“Neither do I condemn you.
Go your way. From now on, sin no more.”


I love reading the Bible because I love the language of the Bible.
I also love reading about the great heroes from the stories of the Bible.
Here, the greatest hero wrote. He wrote. 
What He wrote I know not.
He used His finger and the ground to write.

Did He write a Question?
"Where is the man or is he above your law?"
Did He continue writing an Answer?
"The same law forgot the man and thus forgave him."
What He wrote we know not.

St. John knew and wrote not.
Interestingly, some writings do not include the entire narrative mentioned above.
So what on earth did He write?
The Lord wrote that which cannot be described in words...
Inexpressible, ineffable words! 

Final Analysis by Blessed Mother Teresa

Have Thine Own Way, Lord

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.

Lyrics: Adelaide A. Pollard
Music: George C. Stebbins