I had a bad day. But really in retrospect it was a stressful half hour that had me pining for better times.
Afterwards I realize that those 30 minutes were a real opportunity for love. A chance to sit and recognize Jesus in the distress and disguise of the poor. Not my words, but those of Mother Theresa. A gift. Thank you.
But this all begs the question: Who are the poor? Are they the elderly, the homeless, the recognized rich, or the fighting far from home soldier? What about the mother, the student, the hurting or injured?
4 comments:
the poor are all of those but especially the poor of spirit.We all have those moments and the gift is seeing the positive in it...As our friend Lil, says this will pass and better is coming. thanks for the love of Jesus.
Patty, poor is all of us. So is rich.
Mental, physical, spiritual, career, home.
A deficit in one erodes the others slowly and surely.
A surplus in one can (but not guaranteed) overflow to the others.
God blessed you with a deeper perspective yesterday. Carrying that perspective with you pays dividends in the future too.
Thanks for your comments. Yesterday I had a choice to make: to get angry or to seek the quiet love. Choosing the later, I watched a tender flower bloom.
I usually get angry! Not the best choice. But then again, God is not finished with me yet.
We are all the poor, we are all the rich. That is why we are all invited to the table. Each to share our gifts with one another. To serve and to be served. To love and to be loved.
Through our faults we we allow someone else's strengths show through. We always need each other.
Loneliness is the true Satan. When we think we can do it alone is when humanity and faith unravels.
God loves you and so do I! Let's get together real soon.
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