A Whole New Perspective


For those of us who feel that our load is too heavy to bear and our cross too cumbersome to carry, this blog by Butch Dean on May 3, 2018 should give us a whole new perspective. Happy Sunday.

The Cross

“Forgive me, Lord, but I just can’t bear this cross anymore”.

God heard her prayer, said it was all right and asked her to come with Him. She found herself in the presence of Jesus, Who looked upon her with loving eyes.

“Jesus, please forgive me, but I can’t bear this cross anymore”. Jesus told her that He understood and took the cross from her.

Jesus then showed her a place where there were countless crosses. He told her to look around and find a cross that she thought she could bear. The woman looked upon the crosses available and shuddered.

There were huge, dark crosses…some with thorns…some with nails and some too awful to even describe. Then, her eyes fell upon a small cross, one she thought she could bear.

“Jesus”, she said, “I think I can bear that cross”, as she pointed to the small cross she had found. Jesus smiled at her, placed His hand on her shoulder and replied, “That is the cross you just gave me”.

The Eyes Have It


I met a gentleman recently who has just begun his ninth decade. He was tall and fairly straight with only a slight stoop in the shoulder area. It was obvious that his hearing was dependent on aids and it was evident that he was making an effort to zone in on the conversations around him. We were at a social gathering where most of us knew each other and he knew no one except the host…or had maybe met a couple of us briefly at a previous function.

He made sure he talked to each person at this gathering, men and women alike. When it came to my turn, he showed me a slip of paper with each person’s name and who was with whom. Beside my name was “poetess” (he had obviously been briefed) and we were off and running on the topic of poetry and poets and his interest in studying logic and related topics. He was a delightfully interesting person and left an impression me.

Ninety years old…and yet looking into his eyes there was a fountain of interest and knowledge and life…a sparkle that belied his chronological age.

One can tell a lot about a person’s sincerity by their eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul and perhaps that is why they hold a certain fascination for me. I love seeing people have “eye to eye” conversations, though with some people there is so much going on behind the eyes that it is sometimes difficult to feel engaged.

But of the delightful gentleman in question, I can definitely and unequivocally say, “the eyes have it.”

 

 

 

 

All Things Are Possible


On the heels of an upsetting telephone conversation last night, this photo came to me from one of my delightful granddaughters who knows how much this particular saying has meant to me over many years. It was so timely, comforting, and apropos that I had to share it. Lindsay had no idea what had just taken place in my life, so I believe that this is God reminding me, through her, that indeed all things are possible, because I was immediately uplifted. TYG, and thank you, Lindsay.