E m m e t F o x
“God is love, and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth
in God and God in him,”
True Love
This poem, written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning to her beloved husband, exemplifies the standard of Love she and Robert Browning shared; the standard of Love that we might give our God:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints – I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
HOW INCONVENIENT!
by Mike Henderson
I was put on the spot the other day with a request that was really inconvenient. I was asked to join my wife, who is the Minister of our Church, in an hour of Prayer. This particular request is an annual event and somewhat unusual as far as Church requests go. The event was the World Peace Prayer, which is honored, you guessed it, worldwide. It happens at 12:00 noon Greenwich Mean Time. Well, 12:00 noon Greenwich Mean Time is 4 A.M. in Barstow, Calif. Now you know what I mean by INCONVENIENT! This one-hour long Worldwide Peace Prayer has been going on for 18 years now and I am sure that the world is a more peaceful place than it was say, 19 years ago. At least I want to believe that. Every year I whine and snivel about it, but I love my wife and I know that she is really into this World Peace stuff. It is just so inconvenient to be taken out of my nice warm bed at 3 a.m. No coffee, no juice, no sympathy, just up and out for “World Peace”. So off I go at Oh-Dark thirty in the morning to the Church to join in a “Global Mind Link” for Peace. Sounds like a great idea if you’re into that sort of stuff. I go along again.
So, here we are at the church, and set up for the joining of minds and thoughts worldwide for world peace. The hour starts quietly enough. Meditative music to set the mood. Reflective words from the Minister reminding us why we are there and how strong our connection to each other is when we join together in a common goal. We set off mentally on our own journeys to seek out our own idea of “Peace” and such. It is just like last year, another year later and just as inconvenient. But in my quiet time, I start to reflect on the past year and what has been happening around the globe. The more I reflect, the more I am “put into my place” so to speak. I really start to think about “inconvenience.”
In my lifetime, I have been in Southeast Asia and I recognize the people. I know the simple life they live everyday and I recognize that. Then I see reports of an earthquake of unbelievable proportions followed by tidal waves, which wipe out entire villages and families. Wow, that’s inconvenient!
I hear of the people in Southwest Asia trying to rebuild their lives daily in the midst of terror and instability. No public services, no schools, no hospitals, no running water, no steady source of income, not knowing who will be there tomorrow because of somebody’s else’s idea of who is in charge today. Who do you trust? Yes, that’s inconvenient.
I read of people in countries closer to ours that leave their homelands because there is no serious opportunity for improvement. They move under cover of darkness and sleep in the fields or if lucky, in mud and cardboard huts. They swim oceans and rivers to escape to anything better. They leave their families and everything they have ever known, in search of ‘God knows what’ out there. No matter what they find, it has to be better than what they leave behind. That qualifies as inconvenient.
I hear a soft sound and I mentally return to my comfortable surroundings here in this warm church surrounded by friends of like thought. These are people that are close enough to be called family. I smell the coffee brewing in the back of the room. I know that soon I will be back in my warm, comfortable bed, the past couple of hours just a memory. Maybe it was not so inconvenient after all.