Few will have the influence to bend history itself; but each of us, in our daily interactions, can create a tiny ripple of hope. Those ripples, crossing each other from millions of different centers of energy, write the daily history of our fellow human beings. And thus we make a difference.
This struck me yesterday…a lazy Saturday, a time for the Cubs to be blown out by the hated Mets [Hey, I remember 1969!] and the lawn looking country club attractive. The lawn is the responsibility of Mario and his crew.
I know. I’ve shared the Bobby Kennedy quote. But it now speaks to me, so I share on this Sunday morning. Time to get to church. Church, especially through worship and pastoral visitation, knows how life is effective and valued.
Asking for each of us to be civil, to be of kind regard to others and to know the day well lived beats any day scorning and whining and sulking.
Okay, preachy…I take that prerogative.
Live life…one ripple at a time….