Life comes and life goes. Birth proceeds unto death. I appreciate the privilege of being around people at all ages and points in the process.
Today, I held a baby in my arms. I was humming a classic musical tune — a march I am unable to name — and hopping around. The baby giggled and smiled.
I’ve met some of the older men in my church recently. The opportunity to hear even a few stories from somebody who has lived through everything from World War II through the Information Age is amazing.
Then there’s the darker angles. The villager from a poor region in Latin America (I don’t remember which country) — a man named Napoleon — who says, “A farmer without land is nothing.” Napoleon is a farmer and he owns no land.
Do you curse God and point out the inequities in the world? Do you scream and shout and beg someone to change the world, do you fight for peace, do you make demands upon people you can’t keep yourself?
I intend to do what I can. I won’t expect anything more from other people, and I expect less from most. Doing anything is better than doing nothing, and a single action is better than all the words in the world save the word that generates new action in hearts and lives.
John 1:1-5 —
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.