The window overlooking Vermont is surrounded by oceans of trees. Looking upon Nature’s marvel, I realize she gave nothing without labor. I remain utterly speechless and in awe.
Here in the deep woods, I can dust snow from tree branches and ponder the struggle. Yes, she struggled. In love, she forged and bored through listless rock to create this world, the world in which we live. Each of us on this island earth are connected, born from that very labor of love. And everyone needs to understand our earth, this spirit of life, this beauty of creation loves everyone given life.
Over the years I have traveled to and fro, from Asia to Africa, from Canada to South America. In all those travels, I am not unaware of the encircling power of love – the love of people; the love of potential and the love internal peace that only someone who truly loves another gives. There is a tremendous power within unabridged love, in drawing life’s breath from one another. Those who share the depth-less, that someone so deep, so encompassing, there is no other.
Even I found the richness of God’s creation in my love, I now understand God’s true love includes both power and strength: the power of a received kiss and the foundational strength forged year after year. Yes, my love knew me. She understood my significance and stirred life through a simple touch. In her hand, the key of the lonely heart trembled and the simple twist of her wrist unleashed the magic of Christmas. Agape love understands, for everyone needs someone to set them afire.
This Christmas, give the power of love. We need NOT be independently wealthy. Nor does being a rich Scrooge to make a difference. Surely there’s something about our service that doesn’t require having an enormously rich neighbor to facilitate?
This type of glory is not about recognition. It’s about assisting those in need. Thus, this Christmas, remember those who’ve not had the opportunity to receive this power of love. Understand one in six children live below the poverty level. 1.6 million children are homeless and represent 38% of the entire homeless population. Somewhere in your neighborhood, there is an elderly man or woman who believes they are alone.
Together, we have the power to reach unto those in need. While shopping for the holiday, drop a toy in the collection box, pay someone’s monthly heating bill or sit and listen to their life story. There is nothing like the power of listening. All of these souls have the same right to kiss their dreams just as you or I. Awake from the slumber, come to them as a friends. Regardless of fault, each person is worth knowing.
While I lost my love to my own ego, I look through the forest onto Lake Champlain and I hope somewhere she searches for me. Regardless, were she here, we would embrace the community and acknowledge a power greater than any CEO.
All of us can be the Christ in another’s life.
Live … love … offer peace and comfort. That is what God’s love is all about. It is very Buddhist and very Christ-like.
And to Ms. K. … Merry Christmas … wherever you may be.
Merry Christmas to you, my good sir! 🙂 Best wishes for that dream of yours, too.
Good happens! It might take years, but you know ~ Life is strange. Keep loving anyway.
Happy Holidays! Peace, Uncle Tree ▲
Thank you Uncle Tree. I hope someday, she will once again walk through my door. Who knows, for as you say, “Life is strange.”