I would like to take a moment, this month, to acknowledge and share the thoughts of a man whom I consider (though we’ve never met) a new friend. This man is a writer. He has chosen the term, “The Humble Bard” to represent his creative efforts. His writing isn’t fancy and he doesn’t throw the reader hard-to-understand metaphors. He simply tells a story (sometimes in rhyme, sometimes not) that delivers a message the heart can absorb and appreciate.
I recently finished a two-part story he wrote that tells of “The Cow That Jumped Over the Moon.” It’s a cute story – fun to read. It was not so much the story that made a deep impression as it was the FORWARD he wrote. I’m not going to plagiarize, but I do feel that, in this crazy world, his thoughts ought to be heard over and over again.
My new friend reminds us it is the little things that make a real difference on our journey. The fleeting moments when we say “Hello” to a stranger, spend a minute or so chatting with a passer-by, remember to pet or hug our dog or cat, whisper “I love you” to that special someone. He wonders if our life’s journey would be more meaningful and fulfilling if we tried to extend those activities into longer moments.
I learned, as a child, that we are put on this earth to love and serve our God. It is our primary purpose, but what does that really mean? How – in what particular way – do we show our love to a God we never see? How do we serve?
Over and over again, I am reminded it is the journey that counts. How we demonstrate our love for family or friend, how we treat each other, how we reach out to another who may, right now, be in a crisis we could never suspect – these are the moments that too often pass by un-fulfilled. These are opportunities for each of us during our earthly journey. These are the ways we can best love and serve our God.
The world is filled with situations that lead us away from this kind of journey. How often am I drawn to argue when I could have shown a better side of me? How many times do I burst into some single-syllable expletive when I could have held my tongue? When and where do I shake my head and make an assumption, but don’t know or appreciate the situation?
My new friend reminds me that our journey is filled with opportunities to do good and avoid evil. He reminds me to take advantage of those opportunities with a smile, a touch, or a positive thought. His formula for Our Secret Lives will bring me closer to God who made me and will help to bring about a better, safer and more pleasant world.
It’s funny. I suddenly realize that I read his FORWARD after finishing the story/journey. Isn’t that what happens so often in life?