2024-01-26 10:32:58

2024-01-26 10:32:58

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SharingSharing

A new house is being built on the lot beside me.   The men work and call to one another, play their loud music, and operate their noisy machines.  I miss the peace and quiet I once knew, and feel cranky at the intrusion.  Then I realize I share this world and this island. Perhaps in a similar fashion I sometimes I want you all to myself, so I alone have your attention and favor, so you and I are our own island.  Forgive me.  Help me to know that it is only in sharing you that your will is done.  Help me to welcome others and make me less greedy for what is not mine alone.  You are the God of all.  Forgive me for trying to own you; make me an instrument to bring others to the knowledge of you.  It is only in sharing you that I truly won your love. Amen.

Sweet SmellSweet Smell

Sometimes when people pass me on the beach, I smell suntan lotion, liberally applied.  I remember a dear friend from many years ago.  We lived in frigid Michigan, and all winter he used suntan lotion as his cologne.  We all thought Bob smelled wonderful, but couldn’t decide why.  Then it finally occurred to us; he smelled like sunshine and beaches, like oceans and lakes, like school vacations and lazy days.  His suntan smell conjured up all these images, and in bleak winter we appreciated his scent.  We’re told in the Bible to strive to produce a “sweet smell” by the actions we take.  I wonder about my own actions.  When I have touched the lives of others, do I leave them with the sweet aroma of Christianity or do they smell someone who fails to love and forgive as Christ demands?  Please help me, Lord, to be a “sweet smell” so that those whom I pass may be drawn to you. Amen.

Wedding JoyWedding Joy

  A wedding party drove past our house this afternoon, with horns blaring, a car decorated, and happy shouts of laughter I could hear from my porch chair.  I found myself smiling, as most do when they see a wedding party.  Many couples choose the beach as a locale for their weddings, so seeing this event is nothing new.  I wonder if we smile because we recognize the courage required at beginning a shared life?  Do we wish the couple, unknown and unnamed, the elusive happiness we all seek?  Do we appreciate the innocence of making promises that are forever?  Why can’t we wish one another that happiness every day in every situation? Tomorrow when I walk on the beach I will try to see each person I meet as half of a newly married couple.  I will smile and wish them well, whether aloud or silently to myself.  Please, dear Father, help me to wish happiness for those whom I meet simply because they are your loving creations.