Sunday, October 17, 2004
A Catchy Tune
Our lives are songs; God writes the words
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
ELIA WHEELER WILCOX
His great-aunt sat there, wanting to love us, wanting to know us, asking us questions and telling us stories. He sat there, uncomfortable and unwelcoming. I sat there uncomfortable and unwelcoming. She told us stories of her life and she asked us questions about ours but we just sat, disengaged. There was a chance for us to share of ourselves with her and to recieve what she had also to give. I regret that we didn't take that opportunity; that we chose not to listen to the song she played for us.
Lord, I pray that I not be so deaf to other people's songs, even if they are to tunes different than my own.
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
ELIA WHEELER WILCOX
His great-aunt sat there, wanting to love us, wanting to know us, asking us questions and telling us stories. He sat there, uncomfortable and unwelcoming. I sat there uncomfortable and unwelcoming. She told us stories of her life and she asked us questions about ours but we just sat, disengaged. There was a chance for us to share of ourselves with her and to recieve what she had also to give. I regret that we didn't take that opportunity; that we chose not to listen to the song she played for us.
Lord, I pray that I not be so deaf to other people's songs, even if they are to tunes different than my own.
# posted by Kyle @ 12:05 PM 
