“Let us remember not to ask anything of someone who is drowning.”
There is a story told in the Middle East about how to help someone who’s drowning.
A man had fallen into a river. He was not much of a swimmer and was in real danger of drowning. A crowd of concerned people wanted to rescue him. They were standing at the edge of the water, each of them urgently shouting out to him: “Give me your hand, give me your hand!”
The man was battling the waves and ignored their urgent plea. He kept going under and was clearly struggling to take another breath.
A saintly man walked up to the scene. He too cared about the drowning man. But his approach was different. Calmly he walked up to the water, waded in up to his knees, glanced lovingly at the drowning man, and said: “Take my hand.”
Much to everyone’s surprise, the drowning man reached out and grabbed the saint’s hand…
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Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor
Exsultemus, et in ipso jucundemur
Timeamus, et amemus Deum vivum
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero
Where charity and love are, God is there
Christ’s love has gathered us into one
Let us rejoice and be pleased in Him
Let us revere, and let us love the living God
And may we love each other with a sincere heart
“Thus, in the midst of heartache, like Job, I must choose between depending on my own good works or upon God’s grace.
In losing our “lives” –our pride, our self-sufficiency, our self-justification and our self-direction– we gain so much more.”
Wonderful, Lynn, beloved sister in Christ. Blessings and gratitude from our deepest heart 💛🙏 Leon
© 2017 Lynn Abbott
With a belch of steam and a squeal of track, life’s train sometimes hurdles into the shadows. I lean forward, peering into the growing darkness, anticipating a tunnel or even a sudden drop.
I fear a train wreck. And taking my cues from the old westerns, I long to jump from the caboose and roll like tumble weed to safety.
Yeah, you’re right.
As a child, I watched a tad too many John Wayne movies.
Unfortunately, unlike the heroes of the Wild West, I never seem to ride my horse into the sunset. For whatever reason, I didn’t get that script and I generally have to face another day riding the rail.
Uh, huh. We’ve all been there. We fall out of the saddle.
Of course, the tipping point varies from person to person. But…
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