Again terror pours down on the innocent, this time in different guise. Yet again the out come is the same. One evil perpetrator, but many, so many, stories of the good, the heroic. Let us never loose this perspective. The evil are few, hiding out with their bombs, guns, knives and megaphones, but the forces of good are everywhere, hidden away under a camouflage of “everydayness”. It is only at times such as this they become visible.
When someone loves us we know they will do their best to keep us happy, safe and provided for, but we humans have our limitations. However when we realize with that in mind, God loves us personally, it takes of a whole new dimension.
Whether wife, husband, mother, father, child, best mate, longtime friend, or even a furry tabbie cat, over and beyond our normal loving relationships, we all need to feel we are special to someone.
Make someone you love feel special today!
A thread in the darkness, silken, reflective,
Glowing in the stillness and silence of the night that had engulfed his world.
He reached out. It did not quail.
Spider silk strong, it responded to his touch as he wrapped his hand around it.
Tensile strength lifted him, souring from the darkness to a world of light and song.
He looked into eyes pure and true. Love reflected,
The tiny thread that rescued him sprang from those eyes.
He took her hand, delicate, frail, yet strong as the web she had wove round his heart.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered.
Contrasts wring my heart today. Hidden beneath the seat of one of our boats are another batch of eggs, while proud parents walk their gosling brood across the jetty to explore the spring. In contrast I take one who has served, now aged, recovering slowly from a life changing operation. He cannot remember now, he tells me with a touch of sadness, how to sail. As I take him slowly out on the lake contrasting his former lifelong abilities with my incompetent navigation, it begins to return.
“Loosen the starboard line, just a wee bit, see, let it catch the wind…” I see the joy of sailing kindle in his eyes, but he is no longer the teacher, the one who takes the disabled out on the boats. The tide has changed, we all fuss over him with hugs, tea and cakes and sailing…
I sense his time drawing nearer as the goslings is beginning, life’s circle coming to an end, volunteer becoming sailor. He keeps a smile but it’s hard. I’ll take him again, we all will, his investment has grown dividends of love and friendship, what he has given he will receive.
When our hearts are wintry,
Grieving or in pain,
Thy touch can call us back
To life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead
And bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat
That springeth green.
(From “Now The Green Blade Riseth” by John. M. C. Crum)