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Human Forgiveness:
the Language of God by Rev. Peter E. Fink, S.J.
I once had an argument
with someone I love very
much. I don’t remember
now what about, but then I
was very angry. Really
I was hurt. I walked away
in my anger resolved that
I would yet win, even if
I had to cut him down in
the eyes of others with
just the right worn at just
the right time. And so I
did, thinking that it would
ease the pa { * and quiet the
anger. But all I felt was
empty and sad. All I felt
was the loss of something
too beautiful to be thrown
away.
And then I wanted to a-
pologize, but I was afraid.
What if he were more stub
born than I? What if he
refused to accept my a-
pology? So I thought of
a dozen ways to excuse
myself, a dozen ways to
shift the blame onto him.
And I tried to pretend it
never happened. But it did,
it was me, and it was very
ugly.
Finally I got the cour
age to call, and he was
glad to hear from me. He
wanted to call, but too was
afraid. He asked me out
to dinner v and the tone of
over and done. It really
his voice said much more
than that the argument was
said: I love you very much,
and you are too important
to be thrown away. In a
moment the fear was gone
and the pain forgotten. All
that was unclean was made
clean again, and I sensed
a joy, a peace, a whole
ness that for a time had
been taken away.
Human forgiveness is al
ways so beautiful. It brings
friends and lovers to new
and deeper levels of love.
However painful it is to
forgive, it gives birth to
somethings that can be
found no other way. It
heals, brings back laugh
ter, and allows a life to
gether to grow even more
together.
But there is something
about human forgiveness
that makes it even more
beautiful. It is the langu
age God uses to tell us
what he thinks of us.
God’s word to each of us
is very simple: I love you
as you are; you are too
important to be thrown a-
way. It’s very simple, but
the words can be very em
pty if we have never for
given others, or been for-
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CLUB III is holding forth,
with so much dancing.
BAYOU LANDING, at this
writing I am sorry to say is
CLOSED. . . There’s a lot of us
who wish that those fellows at
city hall would “SEE IT OUR
WAY” They are still holding
up CABARET AFTER DARK
after promising there would be
no trouble in getting the liquor
license. . . at least we deserve
the right to know why this is
happening. CABARET
OPENED last month in
HOLLYWOOD with a crowd of
over three thousand. . . Now if
that many epople go to a club
in HOLLYWOOD including
MISS ELIZABETH TAYLOR
and friends, WHY you know it
can’t be all that BABL
Appl«
Shawn Louis - Miss Gay America
WHAT’S UP MR. MAYOR?
Don’t you believe that we
should all live together and
love one another?
THE COVE is planning a
grand celebration Thursday
the 17th. BRUCE AND GREG
will be your host for a BUFFET
and all bar drinks will be 25
cents from 8 till 10. They have
great cruising and great music
for dancing. .. See you there.
Listen Tootsies, if you see
somebody with a targe Picture
Hat covered with Purple
Orchids and Ribbons. . .
That’s my EASTER BONNET
they stole from my car. so
don’t buy it. It has a curse on
it. If the thief want to return it
I will forgive him and give him
a KISS. . . that alone will even
the score. . . Hope you all get
to the OSCAR SHOW
‘cause I promise to be the still
living legend I used to be only
this time ever so gorgeous. . .
wonder how I’ll work that out?
You’ll see. . . I love you . . .
Bye for now PHYLLIS KILLER
Chattanooga
Chatter
given our s e 1 v e s. Where
there is ho human forgive-/
ness, ‘ there are no words
to speak of God’s forgive-'
ness. The only language
we have to speak God’s
forgiveness is human
forgiveness itself.
It can take a lifetime to
understand how important
our life with each other
is if we and others are to
learn about our God.
I have come to realize only
slowly that I dare not speak
of God’s love to you unless
I am willing to look at each
of you and say: I love you
as you are. If I can do that,
I’ve done my part. Any
thing more must come from
God. If in the loving you
come to know that God loves
you, then praised be his
name. He has used my love
to touch you, and that is
good. But if I do not love
you, or am afraid to show
it, then I have no other
language to speak to you
of God’s love. All words
will be empty. I had best
be silent and say nothing
at all.
So it is with me; so it
must be with you. In the
words of Paul, you are
a mb assadors of Christ;
God makes his appeal to
men and women through
you. You have the power
to bring forth life and deep
en love if only you learn
to forgive, be it friend
or stranger, lover, or even
yourself. Speak his love
with your own love. Speak
his forgiveness with your
own forgiveness. Or else
be silent, and say nothing
at all.
by Kathy ' ■' *
Hello. fellow gossip
gatherers; here I am with
more greasy dirt.
It seems Miss Garbage,
started a very big fad in
the: S'Cenic City. A lot
of people seem to be dis
appearing in an awful big
hurry and heading for the
big “A” - at last count
I believe it eight.
That’s alright, though, for
several of Hotlanta’s well-
known entertainers have
been showing up in our
fair(y) city on Sundays.
Among the biggies were
the frantic and gay Mickey
Day, the girl who set
/Atlanta on fire: Mickey
Martin, Atlanta’s “Shady
Lady ” and Chattanooga ’ s
“Fever Pussy” - Daisy
Dalton ( she’s always
coming home). And with
Mickey, Mickey, and Daisy
came the butch number
fro m the Onyx, R. C. The
girls went wild - didn’t
they - Erica?
This writer recently
visited Atlanta to spend
some time with her old
friend Thelma Lou. Of
course we hit me bars
every night. The Onyx was
a real experience: One of
the waiters spilled eoca-
cola all over me (its
alright. Fred, we love
you anyway). And, Bill, the
bartender mixes . some
mean drinks.
Along for the vacation
from “the City of the
Scenic Tennessee” was
my protege. Tony. The two
of us have a date with our
beloved editor this
evening . - wonder what
will happen? T. R. doesn’t
drink, but I think he’ll have
a fairly nice time anyway.
Lately nothing has
happened in the Scenic City
(excepting of course the
closing of the Nite Owl
and the Cross Keys).
If you get to Chattanooga
stop by and see us at the
Powder Puff. Cheerleader,
Erica. Candy. Adrian and,
of course, Trisha love to
see new faces (and other
things too - right girls?)
until next time, Tony and
I say : don’t ride-on re
treads? - --Kathy
Next Month In THE BARB
The Oscar Winners and
A Special Visit With Macon’s
WE THREE LOUNGE
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