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Comment on Homeless

Anne — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 16:37:30 GMT

There is a homeless individual I drive by often, and I relate to the pull you feel to help somehow; to give something. I too have considered stopping to talk, but did not, perhaps out of fear for my own ability to simply know what to say. And then I'm confronted with the thought,'what could I possibly do?' Money seems a petty, however necessary, way to help. It is clear to me that Love is the gift I am called to give. Love is the greatest gift there is- nothing parallels it, and nothing can hold a candle to its worth. As a missionary, I have learned the value of giving in Love- the unadulterated purity and universality of it. That's the essence of God's gift to us, is it not? Christ paid the ultimate price out of Love. So as we follow after God's own heart, we must learn to give in Love, whatever form the 'giving' part may take.

You wrote in a previous entry of the story of Peter, who was called by Jesus to walk on the water with him. I compare that story with being pulled to help this homeless man. Peter didn't know what would happen when he stepped from the safety of the boat and onto the crashing waves. He knew it sounded crazy, irrational, maybe even dangerous. But Jesus was calling him; Jesus promised to protect him. Sometimes we, too, need to ignore the danger, the fear, the insecurity, all the possibilities of what could go wrong, and trust Jesus to help us walk on water.

Comment on Invitation to Chat!!

Kim — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 21:14:17 GMT

This may sound strange...but I found her difficult to get to like also. You can imagine how odd to be the writer and not feel particularly warm toward your protagonist! As for your question, I think intuitively she felt betrayed--and as you've no doubt read by now, you know why she feels betrayed! On several levels!

Thanks for your comment--

Comment on Invitation to Chat!!

Chris Fed — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 18:16:05 GMT

So why is Julia such a selfish bee-ach? Her mom was so vulnerable and touching in the room scene after the funeral-she reminded me of my mom "...patting a place by the bed for her to sit down." She's too much like the father - is she "his"?

Comment on Rough Morning

Katherine — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 00:33:40 GMT

Beautiful.

Comment on March 4 Haiku

Donna D — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:02:02 GMT

These frogs live outside my front door, singing an invitation to dance with them.

Comment on Remembering Madeleine L'Engle

Joyce McDonald Hoskins — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 23:31:03 GMT

Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories. I like your style and will return to read your next entry.