From the simplest words
One (Heaven Admin) wrote a comment under the blog entry In India, the Love Shines Forth.
One’s comment was so deep, so simple and so succinct, that, by reading it, I was raised higher.
I am always amazed at how words can do so much – when they are only words — and I am amazed every time when I see that simple words are the most powerful of all. But, of course, words have meaning, or perhaps it isn’t the meaning at all but the consciousness of the writer.
Here is One’s comment:
Hey! I’m a paver for God. I pave the road in God’s construction company. My boss is supreme. He never makes a mistake. He knows where everything goes. What have I to worry about? See, he has given me everything. This body. This family. This job. This experience. This breath. What an indescribable miracle! Even when the pavement is cold and stomach is empty…what an experience! He gives me all of this. My heart shines in overflowing gushes of thankfulness. I have nothing and so nothing to worry about.
Then I started to think of other things where there was what we would call little, and yet so much love and appreciation came from it.
In a book I read once – I don’t remember its name – there was a woman who was starving. A kind person gave her an apple. Well, you can imagine how the hungry woman relished that apple, the juice from it, the taste, every morsel and drip of that apple. Imagine the enlivenment of her taste buds. That apple must have been very happy to be eaten by her.
I think of children who have no toys and have a wonderful time with a stick or an empty wooden spool.
I think of that wonderful movie The Gods Must Be Crazy. The tribe had no private possessions and there was no jealousy until one day one of the tribe members stumbled across a Coke bottle! Then the women coveted the Coke bottle, and there was friction in the tribe for the first time. A simple tribesman saw right away that he had to take away the Coke bottle and throw it off the ends of the Earth so that the tribe could have peace once again.
One of the saddest accounts of great simplicity comes from the unbelievable days of slavery in the U.S. when children were taken from the arms of their mothers, and the mothers would never know where their children were and what their fates were. At night, one slave mother would sit under the stars and look up at the moon, and take comfort that the selfsame moon that shone on her was also shining somewhere in the world on her beloved children.
Do you know of other simple stories of great appreciation?
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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