My friend, may I ask you a question? When it comes to the people in our lives we choose to call our friends, how do we know them; by how they fit into our lives and beliefs or, by how they find a home in the clutter of our hearts?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner?
What is the nature of "order." For some it means everything "in" its place. For others, like my son Dan, for example, it means everything "deserves" a space. Dan is one of those people who collect a lot of things from a spare computer part to an extra ballpoint pen. They're scattered throughout his room which, to the outsider, often looks like a disaster area. "How can you find anything?" I pleaded with him the other day. He looked at me and stated emphatically, "everything in this room has a place and I know right where it is." To Dan, every tool, picture and thing, right down to his bank check- book, has a home, nestled among the clutter. They have no order except that which exists in Dan's mind. There's a "one- ness" in that sense. If you're a piece of something, anything, there is a home in Dan's bedroom. Each "thing" belongs to the universe of Dan's mind and organization has nothing to do with being known.
When it comes to the people in our lives we choose to call our friends, how do we know them; by how they fit into our lives and beliefs or, by how they find a home in the clutter of our hearts?
Here's a thought from Bob Perks: I had collected things and didn't know it and was tasked with cleaning things up. I began placing things that had no place, in spaces that had no space. The obvious were the books, binders, recordings and equipment. The fillers were the toys, trinkets and treasures of no real value. It was easy to clean the room. It was easy to grab a box and place things in it. The hard part came later. I had to unpack all those boxes and places things somewhere. But I just couldn't. For sixteen years I simply placed this thing there and that thing somewhere else. They didn't belong there. But there were no real places for them anyway. I couldn't just give them up. They just blended together into one room. It worked; everything belonged even if it didn't have a defined place, it fit in. Why can we do this with things and not with people? One. We all belong here and there as "One."(Bob Perks)
The interesting thing about the world is it isn't ours to divide; but to live in and value–just like Dan's room. Perhaps if we used Dan's approach for "organized clutter" with how we pull people into our lives, there would be a place for everyone we meet, even if they don't fit neatly into our lives. You and I are of one creation and one world; God's. Is there someone you know who just doesn't seem to fit neatly into your life? Perhaps it's someone with a handicap and handicaps scare you. Maybe it's someone of a different race or religion and they don't "do" things the way you do. There's always room somewhere in a clutter. It's just a matter of making room for one more valuable piece of God's workmanship.
We pray. Heavenly Father. You have made us of one creation and one world; Your’s. Lord, please help us to find someone who touches our lives who just doesn't seem to fit neatly into our lives. Even if it is someone with a handicap perhaps even a handicap that scares us; or someone of a different race or religion and they don't "do" things the way you do, give us the love and the courage to make this person a part of our lives. There's always room somewhere in the clutter of our lives. It's just a matter of making room for one more valuable piece of Your workmanship. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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