Color blind. God is the very Creator of diversity—all men, in His image—and each soul is as individual as its fingerprint. Putting a man on the moon or sweeping the floor, He loves everyone and their individual gifts equally.
Like storm clouds gathering and clearing, adversity is often the atmosphere in which a miracle is formed—the greater the adversity, the bigger the miracle.
“What do you do?” is the eternal question. Methinks that the rearing of socially healthy and loving future generations is the most important “work” of all.
There’s so much to do, and we do it all. All the time. It’s monumentally challenging to just be. By our very definition, we are human be-ings, not human do-ings.
You’d think with all of our societal obsessions, we’d be utterly obsessed with not wasting quality time. Those noisy side trips just put you off course—tick, tick, tick, tick. Feel free to run away from God—tick, tick, tick, tick.
On my favorite 40th birthday card, the Venus de Milo quips, “Let’s see: I have a big tummy, a dent in my chin, jumbo thighs and—opening card—oh yeah, I don’t have any arms!” Whatever our shape, they are all beautiful.