Are you there, Father?
.I’m here
I can’t see you.
.No, you can’t
I need to feel that you’re there.
.Take my hand, and you will
Photo by Carolyn V on Unsplash, altered by me.
Edit: last line was “.Believe that I am, and you will”
The desire to write something that someone learns from, in an abstract sense, seems as steeped in pride as anything else in my life. I want them to learn because I want to be mighty enough to teach.
The true teacher doesn’t want to teach in an abstract sense. They want to help those whom they see as not having learned. I have felt that at times. And when, at my best times, I speak with someone who needs information I have been given, I try to give it, and I do so with as much grace as I can so that 1) they learn and 2) they aren’t belittled by not knowing.