I’ve just seen a feature of two people, both of them being
blind, but happen to be a couple so deeply in love with each other. Seventeen years
of marriage, and with no kids I must add hasn’t changed a thing between them. What
really attracted my attention though was not their blindness or their love life,
it was their devotion to God. Despite the fact that they couldn’t see a thing,
they didn’t blame anyone, they didn’t ask questions nor did they ever complain.
They thanked God for creating them blind for it led them to one another and
made them even stronger. They might have been blind, but they have seen the
love and sustenance of the lord and have lived to tell the tale. One couldn’t
help shedding tears as they watched them looking at each other unseeingly,
their hearts speaking volumes that their eyes couldn’t. That got me thinking. We
wake up each morning and realize that we can still see, we can talk, we can
walk and above all, we are alive. But has that ever stopped us from bickering? Has
it ever stopped us for blaming God for every little shortfalls and for creating
us with crooked teeth, a slight limp, dark skin and even making us lack in basic
needs? You curse God for letting you walk without shoes, what of those without
feet? To whom will they cry unto? It taught
me a very great lesson on gratefulness and self appreciation. You may not have
much but thank him for that little you have. You have only two pairs of shoes,
some have none. You didn’t have enough to eat, some had none. Be thankful for
every little you get every time you do. It was a lesson I wouldn’t ever get
anywhere else.
If we must die If we must die, let it not be like cows in the slaughter, walking willingly into the bloodbaths, too meek to resist and too trusting to argue. Let us die like buffaloes in a lion chase or ants in a midday march. Let us die like termites in search of freedom in a hostile world. If we must die, let it not be like birds caught in storm or a deer by a hunter’s spear. Let it not be like foxes caught in traps or flies landing on fire. If we must die, let our death not be told to those with faint hearts and loud wails. Let it not be known by those women who know not to keep their mouth shut. Let it not be told to those frail and on the brink lest they tilt over. If we must die, let the news be hushed and kept silent. Let everyone be told that we refused to be vanquished, that the flame refused to be extinguished. Let them be told that it is not graves but a mound full of seeds and flowers. Lord, if we must die, let us waft out into your presence like sacred incense. Send a ch...
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