Person’s are gifts

Person’s are Gifts

Person’s are gifts, which the creator god send to us …wrapped.

Some come wrapped very beautifully. Some in very ordinary wrapping paper. Some are very loosely wrapped, others very tightly. Sometimes the gifts has been mishandled in mail. Once in a while there is a special delivery!

But the wrapping is not the gift! It is so easy to make that mistake.

Some person’s are very easy to open up; other’s need to be helped out of their boxes.

Is it because they are afraid?Do they think it might hurt to opened?Maybe they have been opened up before and

thrown away!Could it be that their gift is not for me?

I am a person. Therefore, I am a gift. too! A gift to myself first of all. God the creator gave myself to me!

Have I ever really looked inside the wrapping?Am I afraid to?Perhaps I’ve never accepted the gift the gift that

I am.Could it be that there is something else inside

the wrappings than what I think is there?

Maybe I’ve never seen the wonderful gift that I am.

Could God’s gift be anything but beautiful? I love the gifts, which those who love me give to

me. Why not the gift of me? And I am a gift to other persons.I am willing to be given to others?To be a person to others?Do the other’s have to be content with the

wrapping never permitted to enjoy the gift?

Every meeting of persons is an exchange of gifts.

Love is a relationship between persons who see themselves as they really are. Gifts given to others.

The Thisness of a Person

Who is the person sitting next to you? You might say a name. Describe how tall he is

and the color of his eyes and hair.

Who then is the person next to you?

The person next to you is an inexhaustible

source of existence.Nine tenths of his possibility has not been

realized. Within him are energies only partially awakened. A kind of good is struggling to be born from way within that person. Also anxieties, hatreds, are struggling to get themselves expressed.

Deep within this person is a great toughness for his own integrity.

Human nature is the most indestructible thing that he know. It goes on the surviving midst of unbelievable difficulties and persecutions.

A person is an over powering will to be, attain completion, to arrive at destinations.

The person next to you is an urge to

became manifest to himself. To take particular shape. To know ‘’this is me’’ And then to clarify and intensify this existence.

He/She is a pain to take authentic. To experience a moment of truth, and to then to bloom and be truly oneself with all the spontaneity of a rose at six o’clock on June morning.

He/She has a need to reveal himself… to be known even he knows himself… at a level deeper than words.

The person next to you is a unique work of experience.

He/She is the only person in the world in direct touch with how he feels, sees, hears, experiences.

Something of these people has entered into this person forever, so that the person sitting next to you is rally a community.

In that community lives still the father and mother of this person, the boys and girls with whom he played most, the people with whom he/she went to school, the persons with whom he/she competed. All the living things of this world that came and interacted with this person are still deep within.

Each person is in this world of experiences. And when person drops out of a group, or out of a great experiences of man, there is lost a whole universe in which people have been gathered.

He/She is the kind of life that can live with you, rather than just a long side you.

This persons is suffering. He also suffers when two desires try to lead

him in different directions.

The person sitting next to you is suffering

partly because he/she is repeating patterns of solving problems and relating himself to other people that never work to well.

He/She is constantly transforming and translating the actual world and its events into symbols within his/her mind and feelings.

He/She can never be fully understood.

He/She is more than any description or explanation or your perception. He/She can never be controlled – nor should be. You cannot violate him with impunity. He/She is one of the greatest mysteries you will ever meet in your life.