In my last post I offered the first half of a beatitude – Blessed are the truth tellers…
I had no end to that beatitude until I received an email from a friend who had also been on the pilgrimage.
Blessed are the truth tellers, for they will have the truth told to them.
It is a beatitude I will return to over and over again.
What is striking though is that it needed the participation of both of us to create it.
In a sense this beatitude is the symbol of my own journey of the last couple of years. I lead quite a solitary life, but in recent times I have become aware of the terrible lie we have been sold in individualism. We need community; real community.
It is humbling, and perhaps a little humiliating on occasion, to realise just how much I need others.
This beatitude is symbol to me of the humbling end of the spectrum. And it is to this that I cling in hope when I am confronted by those encounters which are more humiliating.