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Do we really know it all?
We know that which we can see, touch, feel, smell, and hear. But there are other things that we know about that we cannot see, touch, feel, smell, or hear. Consider the radiation from an x-ray. We only know about it because we have found ways to measure it. We cannot sense it directly. Are there other things that we haven't found yet that we cannot know through our own senses but only through our instruments? Are there things that exist that we can neither sense nor measure? When I ponder the existence of God, it comes to mind that knowledge includes the threat of arrogance- an arrogance that we know all there is to know or can find all that there is to know.
And then I think about my dog. My dog cannot comprehend calculus. His doggie brain cannot grasp the concept of calculus at any level. And yet calculus is a tool used freely by engineers and scientists. As I gaze at the stars, I wonder how many concepts there are that we cannot grasp at any level. And I ponder the existence of God.
And then I pray.
Susan from Maine
I'd give my life for my children, but ten minutes is a lot.
Most parents would without hesitation push their child out of the path of an on-coming car, even if they themselves would be hit. This dramatic choice is fortunately one that few have to make. In the life of a child, we parents face small, seemingly un-dramatic decisions every day. The question, "Mommy will you..." or "Daddy will you'' often gets the response "I'm too busy right now, maybe later."
Sometimes this response is indeed unavoidable. But how many other times is it merely convenient?
Our children aren't asking for the dramatic gesture, just for us to give a bit more of ourselves to them. That little extra bit of time when it is inconvenient can let a child know that he or she really is important. Actions speak loudly to children. What will you do the next time you find yourself answering, "I'm too busy...".
I never knew either one of my grandfathers. One was killed in a New York subway wreck in 1918 when my Dad was five years old. The other died of a heart attack at age 51 well before I was born. I am now 53 years old. Changes have been occurring in my body. The little aches and pains and the things I can no longer do have been a source of complaint and have been pulling me down.
Then it hit me. I have already lived longer than either one of my grandfathers. Each new day that God gives to me is a day they never had a chance to experience. I started to see each new day as a gift and not as a burden. I stopped my complaining. I now look at each new day as a gift that I am fortunate to receive even with its difficulties. My grandfathers didn't get to feel those aches and pains. They didn't get to having trouble tying a shoelace. They didn't get to see the smile of a child and the green of the grass that one more day. Neither one saw his grandchildren. They missed a lot. Yes, at 53 my body is changing, but I still have a lot of life left to live. I was focusing on what I was losing rather than on what I still had.
Instead of bemoaning getting older, each new day has become something to be savored and appreciated. A simple change in my point of view changed the enjoyment that I was getting out of life. It was my attitude, not reality, that had been putting me "over the hill".
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