On Sunday at church… today I read… the story of ‘The Prodigal Son’… The son who takes his father’s money, spends it, and in desperation feeds pigs. .. The turning point comes when he says to himself: ‘At home even the hired servants have food enough to spare, and here I am dying of hunger. I will go home to my father…’
Musing… ‘I will’…
There’s two meanings… One’s about cause and effect; because I’m hungry and desperate, the result is I will go home. The other is about determination; even though it’s tough and humiliating I will return.
I will be positive…
I love these words of the old prophet. There’s no… figs, grapes, olives, sheep, cattle… food in the fridge, money for the electric, resolution for my personal problems, stability in government, end to the Ukrainian war…
Today I will ‘rejoice’ and ‘be joyful’… avoiding cynicism, self-pity, blaming, complaining… seeing the positive in people and situations, being grateful for what I have.
I will fight…
I love the old Teddy Roosevelt speech. It’s always easy to stand on the outside, say what others should do: ‘It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better…’
Today I will get involved: ‘The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again…’
I will love…
I love the elderly couple who were asked how there marriage had lasted for 65 years. ‘We were born at a time when if something was broken you fixed it,’ they replied. 65 years previously they had been asked: ‘Will you take this woman…? Will you take this man…? And they replied ‘I will.’
Today I will love, with love that’s patient, kind… protecting, trusting, hoping, persevering… actively, voluntarily, intentionally, inclusively, enthusiastically.
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