Sunday, July 26, 2009

He who has ears to hear, let him hear...


Years ago a child the age of my son was found dead in our area under the most horrible of circumstance. I called my sister crying about this precious 6 year old boy whose last hours on earth were unspeakably horrible. She said to me, "Well, you watch your son more carefully. Nothing like that could happen to yours." I was dumbfounded. I replied, "but it happened to this child." I tried to explain my feelings, and as loving and caring a person as she is, she just never got it. My dear friend "Wings" wrote a post about wanting everyone in the world to care as much as she did. I do not wish to sound self-serving or self-righteous, or any of those self things I hate, but she and I are kindred spirits. I explain myself today for her, so she will know she is not alone in her feelings. I also know her life has been much more difficult than mine and her expression of her sentiment is therefore different.

Still, those that are put in our path needing love, we love. Over the years I have "adopted" a dozen or more friends of my children, let them move into my home, listened to their stories, and made sure they had what they needed to finish school and stand strong on their own. A few disappointed me, but most found their feet and moved on to be wonderful, even amazing humans. Long before I met my ever so indulgent husband I was doing the same for every waif I found on the street. I never questioned why or hesitated to reach out my hand. Often I had nothing to give but love, but love alone is usually sufficient. I feel blessed that I have been given the gift of being able to nurture the ones who have been sent to my door. Like Wings, I will never understand why everyone does not feel this way, but unlike her, I have come to accept it.

I think you all know that I am not religious. The terrible hypocrisy of Christians just rung me out and left me high and dry, but to be other than who I am would be a blot on my soul. I hate to quote the book, fearing lightning will strike me, but I suppose I took it to heart when I read, "Love one another as I have loved you." Jesus is reported to have said it over dinner, which they call supper where I was reared. He looked around the table at his closest friends and told them how to live their lives when he was gone, but purportedly he was also anticipating my birth and yours and, therefore was speaking to us all.

Thanks God, I heard you. If I'm wrong about this whole spirit in the sky thing, and you're listening, I just want you to know, I am not asking for anything more than what I have. To be completely honest I find the love thing totally magical, perhaps the only magic left on earth. The more I give, the more I get. I don't want to deceive you, sometimes it hurts, but it also makes my life rich beyond measure. I wouldn't change a thing.

4 comments:

  1. I thought for sure that I left a comment on here just after you posted it...hmmm.

    Lovely post (though I don't put much stock in religion either)and thank you for the mention. I don't know that my life was any more difficult than anyone else's- just different learning experiences. although, I would never in any way wish for others to be able to say they have had the same or similiar experiences.

    I think sometimes, the world does care- it just doesn't believe that caring matters anymore. But it does, more than most realize it does matter.

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  2. I believe that life is what you imagine it to be.

    caring or not?

    best wishes
    Ribbon

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  3. Wings, it speaks to your strength that you don't feel things have been that hard in your life, but your story as told on our disappointing former friends blog touched me deeply. You are a wonder no matter if you see it that way or not. I agree that the people we meet sometimes seem jaded about caring. We know so much of the world's sorry instantly and in living color.

    Ribbon, evidently you're not the only one. Seems that there is a religion based on perception alone. Hum, in fact their may be more than one.

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  4. I understand this completely and am also dumbfounded when others don't respond with horror.

    We were actually in church, milling about near our seats at the end of the service when the pastor announced that the US had just attacked Afghanistan. I literally fell down on my knees -not in prayer, but with horror and sorrow and tears. Someone nearby looked at David with confusion and asked, "Does she know someone who lives there?"

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