A writer arrive at the monastery to write a book about the Master.
"People say you are a genius. Are you?" he asked.
"You might way so," said the Master, none too modestly.
"And what makes one a genius?"
"The ability to recognize."
"Recognize what?"
"The butterfly in a caterpillar; the eagle in an egg; the saint in a selfish human being."
My own spiritual director of many years standing is like that. He is able to see the illuminated, enlightened, resurrected reality of the person sitting before him - no matter how troubled or messed up that person is at the time. It is a very great gift and one we would all do well to cultivate.
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