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I wanna see man’s divinity to man


One of the toughest lessons I have tried to teach my children (and, frankly to remind myself) is to act/react based on who I am and NOT based on who the other person is being. That means that my morals will rule, not theirs. My intended respect for the other is still intact, no matter how badly they behave toward me. Wow, not an easy thing to do but it is one that I think is so important, especially in these days when people can bully and badger without even being in the same room because of technology. Here’s a poem I keep in my kitchen to help me remember …

I have to admit, I’m appalled at some of the behavior I’ve seen from some people who I thought I knew. Have you noticed the nastiness on Facebook and other social media? No wonder the kids these days laugh at (i.e., ignore) their parents’ teachings because they say one thing and do another. Here’s a few:

> I’ve seen truly kind and compassionate Christians spew forth hateful words with righteous indignation because they want to force their beliefs on someone else. Not like that ever works, right?! And it surely doesn’t make a non-Christian want to be anything like them.

> I’ve seen people curse, damn to hell, and otherwise verbally assault politicians and their supporters. Yes, there’s a lot to be concerned about and some fundamental differences on what is right, but frankly, from my vantage point, there’s not a politician I truly trust in the end anyway. Follow the money people! But the verbal assaults don’t actually accomplish anything other than to show your true nature in the face of opposing points of view.

> I’ve winced at how badly people cross the line in order to “root” for their favorite team. Teasing is fine. A little smack-talk is alright. But threats and badgering is so not okay! But I’ve seen it and it makes my blood boil. It certainly erodes my respect for people who put a game at that level of importance and condone quite evil behaviors.

> I continue to notice that so many people operate in a “you have to lose, in order for me to win” attitude. That infuriated me in my marriage and continues to infuriate me now. Why can’t we find the place where we both win? Why does making anyone lose (face, dignity, safety, etc.) make the winner look or feel better? I just don’t get it!

Anyway, I’m sticking to my poem. I’m forgiving anyway. I’m giving my best and being kind anyway because it hurts my heart to see man’s inhumanity to man.

I pray for the day that I can see man’s divinity to man instead. I pray ….

Inspired and blessed


“If I only have hands to help and a heart to love, then I am truly blessed.” ~ Barbara Bernard Miller

Today as I was getting ready for work I flipped on the TV as I usually do. Bored with the never ending repeat of weather and traffic I flipped a few channels and found a simple show with a woman quietly talking to the audience and her calmness actually drew me in. I still have no idea of what her name is or what the program was because I could only watch a few minutes during my morning routine. But her message mesmerized me. There was nothing flashy or entertaining to catch my attention but the profound message of love captivated me. This woman, whoever she was, was recounting her work with Mother Teresa in Calcutta, India.

She spoke of the humor and pure love that she witnessed and enjoyed in her work with Mother Teresa. She recounted the work she did as a volunteer at the children’s orphanage and the home for the dying. She repeatedly shared how beautiful the experience was – in spite of the hard work, ravished conditions, and utter despair in the eyes of some of the people. The greatest thing they starved for was for the love of human touch. A hug for child and holding the hand of those taking their last breaths.

In the brief 10 minutes I was able to listen I was enchanted by her stories. This woman not only got to stand beside and assist Saint Teresa of Calcutta, she got to experience the pure joy of loving the people in her own right. As she recounted what she received from the bony hugs she received back from the children or the last smile from the dying as she held their hand I was acutely aware at how blessed we all are to be able to touch another human being with simple acts of love. We don’t often notice it in our land of plenty where gift giving is taken to the fine art of greed.

But she touched me deeply with her words. She renewed in my heart the desire to live my purpose in life. She helped me, without ever knowing that I heard her speak, to re-examine what my gifts are and how I can help with my hands to bring a smile to the face of both loved one and stranger with a gentle touch, a warm smile, and a hug.

I am inspired and truly blessed! Be blessed too!