To look for community instead of cocktail-party relationships is part of choosing sides in the vast, strange battle. To say, “I’m sorry”; to be silent; to say “I love you,” “I care.” It is these little things that are going to make the difference. For God chooses the foolish things of the world to confound the wise, the weak to overthrow the strong.
– The Irrational Season (1977) by Madeleine L’Engle
I’ve written about this before, I’m sure; I am writing to myself again. I long for community, real and true. I think I’m settling for cocktail-party relationships via social media. I see the words “I love you”, “I care” “praying” all over facebook, but what does it really mean? Is it so others can see you are so concerned? To do so in person is another kettle of fish all together.
It is not easy to say I’m sorry, especially I’m sorry without a but after it. However, it’s often too easy to say I love you – love ya – as an alternate to see ya later. Said too easily and it looses its meaning. Saying I care may be harder; harder still to show you care in a tangible may.
But the hardest may be to be silent. Silent when you want to scream or cry or yell or explain or accuse or complain.
My soul, wait silently for God alone, For my expectation is from Him. – Psalm 62:5
Help me, LORD, to be silent. To show love and care. To pray.
I love opening up a book and finding a surprise. I found three in the past two days. Yesterday, I found the sticker seen above. I googled it, and came up with three things
A Greek vehicle manufacturer
A German beer
The Pakistani Elvis
I think it is really LOVE, scrambled.
So, today I found two more unexpected things. First, a sad one, a card from a funeral.
Using my googling/detective skills, I found the memorial for this man on Find a Grave and posted the picture there. I’d like to think one of his friends left the card in my book. I got the book in either Florida or Alabama, I don’t remember, but Mr. Canavan was buried in Massachusetts.
My most exciting find was an autograph I’d completely overlooked. My copy of The Bride of Innisfallen by Eudora Welty is actually SIGNED!! It’s inscribed to a Mrs. George Barrett. There is a copy online that is inscribed to someone and signed and it’s selling for $120. Think I’ll keep the book to myself a while; just knowing she signed it makes me feel connected to her.
A few years ago I found a baptismal certificate and photograph in a book. Using those skills of mine, I’m pretty sure I found the owner’s brother on facebook, but he never responded to me. I don’t think he was very active online. Now, however, I may pursue it once more. I’d love to be able to return the items.
There is a book and blog called Forgotten Bookmarks that is about just these type of finds. I hope to get a copy of the book soon. In the meanwhile, I think it would be fun to write stories about the items I find. If I do, I’ll post some here.
We love wherever we can love, and the power of that love spreads until the circumference of the circle of love grows wider and wider…even though I know to my rue that the circumference of my love is still much too small. – The Irrational Season (1977) by Madeleine L’Engle
I feel like I keep giving myself this same message; to love wherever I can love. And I also keep seeing that the circumference of my love is also still too small.
God’s word has told me: “If you love Me, keep My commandments.” – John 14:15
And what are these commandments? “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.” – Luke 10:27
So, I think this circle of love begins with God’s love for me and my love for Him. The circumference can’t grow unless this is firmly established. After that, the boundaries can grow and stretch beyond measure.
Every spring when the jasmine blooms outside my door I close my eyes and I’m seventeen I hear Simon and Garfunkel Blowing through the jasmine in my mind The world is full of promise And unrequited love A small gust blows me out of my reverie But that jasmine Makes me feel fine
Today’s prompt(s) were the Two-for Tuesday: Beginnings or endings . My poem is a combination of sorts.
His days often went backwards He could not find his hat He had to have that hat to get on the train It was time to go Where was his sandwich? He knew his mother had made a sandwich Tomato on white bread with mayo “Here’s your hat. Just sit down It’s not time to go yet.” She said this nearly everyday He sat He dozed When he awoke, Wheel of Fortune was on They watched together Sometimes he guessed the phrase before the contestants At bedtime, he always kissed his wife goodnight At the end of the day he knew her
Last year’s Day 4 prompt was Distance . My baseball themed poem was Go the Distance