learning to more than survive

yes, this is a different kind of summer.
I dont know when would be the last time Ive felt so helpless.
but Ive realized that there is nothing like summer in finland.
rowing a boat by the lake, being still.

one day I was reading, and found these words from one wise man
(this is my own translation from the finnish verses. from james)

know that each of you should be sensitive to hear, but slow to speak and slow to anger,
for mans anger doesnt lead to the kind of justice God wants.

there is a lot said in it and it stirred alot in me, but one of the things was
that could here be something I could use at my work as well.

So I feel helpless.
wondering what is authority.
cause I know it has nothing to do with the volume of my voice.
how can I meet these people.
their hurts.

and you know, what Jesus answers everytime I ask him.

"love"

and I panic, how? how do I love them?

and he says
"love"

George said well once when we were in israel.
how we really shouldnt take things personal.
cause if its Jesus living in me, not me living,
how could I even take it personal?

so, when they yell, wish me to hell, and are rude,
I love.
and you can imagine how clueless I am in it.

but Im trusting that the clueless shall be blessed,
for they dont need to lean on their own understanding.