"When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always."
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~
This gentle man, who sought freedom and peace for his country by ways of non-violent civil disobedience was assassinated on this day in 1948, for of all things... his tolerance of people who did not share the same religious faith that he did.
I'm always amazed when people believe that their "faith" justifies violence. When they hide behind their religion as an excuse to murder, injure, or otherwise harm (physically, mentally, or financially) someone who does not believe as they do.
It just seems that any religion... any faith... any belief system would be ... or should be ...based on love. Love of self. Love of each other. Love for this world.
All he was saying... was give peace a chance. Just like the wise men that came before... and after him. And for that hope... that faith... he was killed. Just like the wise men that came before... and after him.
It makes me wonder if there is really any hope for us at all...