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The Best Way to Pray:
A priest, a minister, and a guru sat discussing the best positions for prayer while a telephone repairman worked nearby.
“Kneeling is definitely the best way to pray,” the priest said.
“No,” said the minister. “I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven.”
“You’re both wrong,” the guru said. “The most effective prayer position is lying down on the floor.”
The repairman could contain himself no longer. “Hey, fellas!” he interrupted. “The best prayin’ I ever did was when I was ‘hangin’ upside down from a telephone pole.”

This story came in a little package called “Cute Church Stories.” (The others are inserted toward the end of this AFC message) Like the lineman here, for many of us the best time to pray is in a time of duress. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. A circumstance that leads to a boost in faith is a good way to turn our minds toward God and to recognize we are not always our lives and realize we are not always as “in charge” as we often think. An urgent situation can lead us to an urgent prayer, but there are other circumstances and methods of prayer which are usually more consistent.

There is another story about urgent prayer that Crucita and I have remembered many times. There was a very serious flood in a small town close to a river. The water was rising rapidly. A man was standing in front of his as the water inched closer and closer. Just as the edge of the water reached his door, a National Guard truck came by, “Hop in!” called the sergeant driving the truck. “We’ll get you out of here safely!” “No,” replied the man. “I’ll stay. I’m confident the Lord will deliver me.”

The rains came and the flood went up. As the flood waters reached the window sills of his house, the man was standing waist-deep in the cold muddy water. A neighbor in a rowboat saw him and started rowing against the current to go get him. Throwing him a rope, the oarsman shouted, “Grab the line! We can fit you in and take you to safety.” “No,” replied the man. “I’ll stay. I’m confident the Lord will deliver me.”

The rains came and the flood went up. Very soon they were above the edge of the roof on the man’s house. The rose steadily, and finally there was no place to go but the chimney. As the man clung to the chimney, a helicopter flew over and lowered a rope ladder. “GRAB IT! THERE’S A BIG CREST COMING. WE’LL GET YOU TO SAFETY!” “No,” replied the man. “I’ll stay. I’m confident the Lord will deliver me.” The helicopter left. The crest came. The man drowned.

The man realized he had died and was now standing in Heaven. He saw Saint Peter and asked him, “Why didn’t God deliver me?! ” I stayed because I was confident the Lord would deliver me. But he didn’t do anything and now look what happened!”

“What do you mean, ‘He didn’t do anything?'” said Saint Peter. “We sent you a truck, a rowboat and a helicopter. All you had to do was take one of those to safety.”

Looking at both of these stories we can see that there are more times a ways to pray than just in urgency, and that’s it is important to remember that our prayers are always answered by God, but often not in ways we imagine.

So what, then, can we decide about prayer, praying, and receiving answers? It is good to pray, so good in fact that we all should do it more often and for more reasons. We pray to worship and praise, God, or to offer thanks, or for assistance in our temporal needs. Some of us say our prayers in the morning, some as we go to sleep, and others whenever we remember that we CAN pray.

Here is some advice for a very wise teacher, Saint Paul in his first letter to the Thessalonians. In chapter five he says, ”

1 Thessalonians 5:13c-22 Be at peace among yourselves. 14 We urge you, brothers, admonish the idle, cheer the fainthearted, support the weak, be patient with all. 15 See that no one returns evil for evil; rather, always seek what is good (both) for each other and for all. 16 Rejoice always. 17 Pray without ceasing. 18 In all circumstances give thanks, for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus. 19 Do not quench the Spirit. 20 Do not despise prophetic utterances. 21 Test everything; retain what is good. 22 Refrain from every kind of evil.

“Pray without ceasing.” Easy to say, hard to do? Not if you make your whole day a prayer by consistently giving everything you think, say, or do to God. That way you will be remembering to pray for your friends who are ill, to pray for Peace, to pray for our leaders, to pray for your loved ones, to pray for those who ask for your prayers, to pray for your friends and benefactors, to pray for the grace of prayer. And it’s easy to do. In another passage Paul explains that we can do everything in God by doing all things for God. Our works, our prayers, our joys and sorrows, our victories and defeats, our fear and anxieties, our hearts desires, everything we do and everything we fail to do become His. That is prayer without ceasing.

And so, Moon Beam Members, we pray for each other with the moon as a reminder that we have been given the grace of prayer. Keep praying. It’s working.

Now, the other Cut Church Stories.

Front Row:
An elderly woman walked into the local country church. The friendly usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the flight of steps. “Where would you like to sit, ma’am?” he asked politely.
“The front row, please,” she answered. “You really don’t want to do that,” the usher said. “The pastor is really boring.” “Do you happen to know who I am?” the woman inquired. “No,” he said. “I’m the pastor’s mother,” she replied indignantly. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “No,” she said.
“Good,” he answered.
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Show and Tell:
A kindergarten teacher gave her class a “show and tell” assignment. Each student was instructed to bring in an object to share with the class that represented their religion.

The first student got up in front of the class and said, “My name is Benjamin. I am Jewish and this is a Star of David.”
The second student got up in front of the class and said, “My name is Mary. I’m a Catholic and this is a Rosary.”
The third student got up in front of the class and said, “My name is Tommy. I am Baptist, and this is a casserole.”
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Waking Up for Church:
One Sunday morning, a mother went in to wake her son and tell him it was time to get ready for church, to which he replied, “I’m not going.” “Why not?” she asked. “I’ll give you two good reasons,” he said. “One, they don’t like me, and two, I don’t like them.” His mother replied, “I’ll give YOU two good reasons why you SHOULD go to church….
“… One, you’re 46 years old, and two, …you’re the Pastor!”
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The Twenty and the One:
A well-worn one dollar bill and a similarly distressed twenty dollar bill arrived at a Federal Reserve Bank to be retired. As they moved along the conveyor belt to be burned, they struck up a conversation.
The twenty dollar bill reminisced about its travels all over the country. “I’ve had a pretty good life,” the twenty proclaimed. “Why, I’ve been to Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the finest restaurants in New York, performances on Broadway, and even a cruise to the Caribbean.”

“Wow!” said the one dollar bill. “You’ve really had an exciting life!” “So tell me,” said the twenty, “where have you been throughout your lifetime?” The one dollar bill replied, “Oh,… I’ve been to the Methodist Church,… the Baptist Church,… the Lutheran Church…..”
The twenty dollar bill interrupted, …”What’s a church?”

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Goat for Dinner:
The young couple invited their elderly pastor over to their house for Sunday dinner. While they were in the kitchen preparing the meal, the minister asked their son what they were having for dinner.
“Goat,” the little boy replied.
“Goat?” replied the startled man of the cloth. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yep,” the youngster said.
“I heard Dad say to Mom, “Today’s as good as any to have the Old Goat for dinner.”

Have a beautiful day, Beloved. Pray for us (you, me, and the whole MBN).

Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service, Beloved

chick

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This is a replay of a message from January 25th. Little bit different ending, but something I still want you to think about when you are looking up and see a steeple.

This is the Church
And this is the Steeple.
Open the doors
And see all the people.
Now they sing
And now they pray
And now they stand
And all go away.

Do you remember doing that nursery rhyme when you were a toddler? I can remember doing it over and over with my mom, and later on with my siblings when I was older and they we just toddlers (no pun intended there – Todd-lers).

Last Sunday I was reminded of steeples. I have a wonderful friend who collects pictures of steeples. When we think of steeples, we pretty much always think of churches, or rather church buildings. A church building with a steeple is easy to recognize. There are many other kinds of buildings that have steeples. In fact, to be honest, I can’t think of any kind of building with a steeple that isn’t a church. There are buildings with spires and minarets, but steeples and churches – done deal like mac and cheese, peanut butter and jelly, hamburger and fries, Chick and Crucita. All “made for each other.”

What’s on top of the steeple varies, to be sure, but the steeple itself pretty much says, “this is a place for spiritual happenings.” A church without a steeple is still a church, but the more modern and “new-fangled” a church is, the less likely it is to be perceived as a church (building). So what is it that steeples do any way?

Well, as I said, they adorn the roof or maybe the front of a building used for a church, a building for spiritual meetings. The shape of the steeple gives the suggestion of hands in a prayerful pose, fingers upward, in supplication or praise to God. Steeples point to where we usually think of God’s quarter – Heaven. Steeples are often the highest structure in the neighborhood. They make a good reference point for miles around because you can see them above the rest of the community. They help us find and give directions

In Merry Olde England (and in lots of places other that that) there were horse races called steeple chases. The main reference point was the church steeple and the course was laid out so that the steeple was the common reference. There were all sorts of obstacles either set up or already there along the course, so a steeple chase eventually represented a difficult path to endure, and the winner was usually the one who negotiated the obstacles best.

So, let’s see, steeples made a building look like a church, they make it easier for people to find themselves spiritually AND geographically, they go together and seem like natural partners, they remind us of praying and of heaven, and they are easily recognized because a steeple is … shaped like a steeple. We all know what they look like.

Sunday it dawned on me that there are steeple people. This kind of person is a place for spiritual happenings. Their faith is their steeple, and it is easy to spot from afar. The steeple people become good reference points spiritually as well as for the geography of our daily living. We know where to turn when we can spot them in the community, and the course of our life – however many obstacles there are – is more easily run when we keep them in sight as a reference.

Steeple people are built to stand out, but they come in the most humble forms – they come as servants. Just as some steeples have bells or chimes or carillons, some steeple people have a music that draws us to them. They carry the light so as to be a reference in the darkness. The inspire us to pray and draw our eyes and our thought heavenward. Steeple people show up in lots of places and in many variations. Not everyone can be steeple people, but there are a lot more of them around than you might think. Sometimes we overlook people’s steeples, but when we need a place of spiritual haven, a little heaven on Earth, we almost instinctively look for the steeples.

I have known a lot of steeple people over my lifetime. I didn’t always KNOW they were steeple people, but I did know they were special. All of us know ABOUT some steeple people like Mother Theresa, Helen Keller, Mahatma Gandhi, and John Paul II. But if you think about it, you might actually PERSONALLY know steeple people. Perhaps a parent, a sibling, a friend, a teacher or preacher, perhaps even a child might be someone who helps to center your life, gives you a reference for navigating the obstacles in your life, points you to God, and calls you to a community of worship.

So, how is construction of the steeple of your own life going? In the temple of your heart, is there room for all the people to sing, to pray, to stand, and to go out to serve?

This is the Church
And this is the Steeple.
Open the doors
And see all the people.
Now they sing
And now they pray
And serve God and others
Day after day.

Make it a great day!

Chick
Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service.

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Happy Aloha Friday, Beloved!!

This is a windmill you can find “in the lovely town of Holland Michigan, down by the inland-sea.” I was a freshmen at Hope College there in 1965 when this windmill was imported from Holland brick-by-brick, board-by-board, and I think maybe even cobweb-by-cobweb. It was quite a sight and quite a site. I thought about this windmill as I was listening to the news on TV last night, and then thought of it some more as I was listening to The Debates. Do you remember this lyric?

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel …
There’s a lot more of that tune, of course, and you can see it here: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/The-Windmills-Of-Your-Mind-lyrics-Sting-Police/F65A370A926E943B482568740037C5BB

The song itself is about love that somehow slips away but is still floating around inside. The images in the lyric speak to me about the conundrums we deal with practically every day. Does s/he like me? Can I survive this crisis in my life? Why is s/he happy and I am not? Why can’t I lose weight / build muscles / get well / get rich / catch a break / be happy? And so we go meandering on and on in the circles of our minds. Like the turning blades of the windmill, the same arguments pro and con whirl past and somehow inside all the gears and levers and wheels grind on. The same desires and disappointments, the same vanities and humilities cycle like the arms of the windmill or like a whirlpool in our hearts and minds.

As I listen to all the political rhetoric and the news about the economy, I find myself feeling that I’m caught in Edgar Allen Poe’s story “Descent Into The Maelstrom.” (http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/eapoe/bl-eapoe-descent.htm ) Round and round we go, and it seems like there is nothing I can do to break free from it. In Poe’s story, the man’s life was saved when he realized that safety and salvation from his dilemma required letting loose of what he deemed substantial and placing his trust in something he and his brother had considered less likely to be helpful. His brother goes to his doom clinging steadfastly to their wrecked boat, but the storyteller survives because he made a different choice. He rode the whirlpool by holding onto a water barrel.

Rather than charge the windmill like Don Quixote or ride the whirlpool like Poe’s character, perhaps we can find a way to follow a path that is less likely to keep us going round and round day-by-day. Now, for me the first answers that come to mind are “Don’t pick a fight with a windmill or try to cross a whirlpool.” Those work well if that decision process is within your sphere of influence. The big, sweeping, circular things I described above aren’t really things I can control, though; I have neither the strength nor wisdom to prevail in a situation like that. I need to depend on a source of strength and wisdom greater than myself and outside of myself. How in the world can I hold onto something like that? I don’t.

First, it is not in this world that I can find such strength and wisdom. The World is the Maelstrom, and I can be the flotsam – the stuff nature casts off — or jetsam – the stuff others cast off – floating around at the mercy of The World. Or, I can be in The World, but not of The World. I can be “out of this world” by sanctifying my life. I set it aside for a sacred purpose. My decisions in The World are guided by my Citizenship in The Kingdom. The World is the Windmill driven by forces in The World to do The World’s work. I don’t have to be grist for the mill. I can live on the Bread come down from Heaven. I need not be guided or influenced by The World. Know why? Just go look up the seventeenth chapter of John (http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2017&version=31) . Read it out loud. The World will fade away.

Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever — at your service.
chick

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A beautiful orchis in a beautiful place

This orchid was photographed at Hanalei Orchids in Kapa`a. My friend took me for a tour of the growing area on Father’s Day so I could see how these amazing plants grow from seedling to the mature and beautiful flowers like this one. I can’t pretend to know all the names of these, or even the different types. I just know for certain they are amazing, beautiful, each unique, and that getting one from seed to bloom is a really long process that takes lots of time and attention.

The seeds have to be carefully collected, and – for this commercial process – are sent to a laboratory for germination in a special medium that give them the kinds of environment they need to sprout successfully. The owners of Hanalei Orchids have successfully created dozens (at least) of new varieties, and that in itself is a carefully crafted process. Then there is the watering and feeding, the careful culling of the plants that are not doing well, the long process of bringing the plants to the point where they put out their flower stalks and finally bloom. Some orchid blooms last for weeks on end, and bring delight for many days. Then they go back to getting ready to do it again. Eventually, they do wear out, wither, and die. Along the way they have produced daughter-plants and seed pods that make it possible to carry on the species.
While I contemplate the orchids I keep – I don’t really grow them like our friends at Hanalei Orchids – I am reminded of something that has been around for a long time: “That which is beautiful and rare is often difficult, but never impossible.” So in that way, orchids are like friendships. They often take a lot of work to bring from seed to blossom, each one is unique, new growth comes from making new connections, and you have to understand what it takes to permit growth long enough to produce the fruit – the seed pod. Sometimes friendships are “propagated” by splitting off a part of the relationship so that it eventually stands on its own (a bit of a stretch but stay with me here). Friendships that last have blossoms that last for a long time, and when those blossoms fade there is always the expectation that more will come. And, though we don’t like to think about it, I guess it could also be said that it is inevitable that the living part of a friendship, the persons in it, eventually wither and die. Yet the flower, the fruit, the memory, the hope for more beauty lives on.

John 15:15 I no longer call you slaves, because a slave does not know what his master is doing. I have called you friends, because I have told you everything I have heard from my Father. 16 It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you. 17 This I command you: love one another.” Friends share whatever it takes to grow the friendship. I am so very grateful you have chosen to share your life with me.

Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service, Beloved.

chick

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Love is Vigilant

Last week I wrote about love, and this week I want to share a little news about love, and especially about news in our family. It’s been a while.

I’ll start with Crucita, who is now fully tenured in Hawaii, is in the classroom teaching math again this year and it sounds like she’s going to be adding Sociology during the second half of the school year. She’s really got her hands full this year. There are a few students who are working, learning, and making progress; however, this year the majority of students do not feel that way about being educated There is a widespread apathy about learning and life. Many of them seem to have no aspirations, no future plans, no “I-gotta-have-it” goals — unless you count “just cruisin’.” The apathy is pervasive, and is exceeded only by the hostility they show toward learning. The school system here makes meeting with the kids’ parents difficult by limiting the times for meetings to three afternoons a week — no morning meetings allowed — and despite that it is often unlikely that an administrator will be able to attend an IEP. I can see that it is frustrating for her — though not at all for these kids — but she goes back into the classroom every day to teach, to touch lives, to push, pull, exhort, challenge, lead, even plead to help them learn that the decisions they are making now will affect the rest of their lives and that those decisions must be toward growth, not entropy. That is love. I am proud of her for working so diligently to help these children.

Tim is still in Portland Oregon. He’s working on more composing, and playing fewer gigs as he devotes his time to his girlfriend, his music, and his job at Higher Balance. He is happy, and successful, and making a difference in other people’s lives. He calls, sends e-mails, stays in touch, plans visits to Hawaii (of course it helps a little that Chanson is from O`ahu). His faith is strong and growing stronger. We recently; did one of those Q & A e-mails where you put your response into a table of questions and then forward it to your friends. I was actually surprised at how many of the responses I had entered returned unchanged, and that of those which were changed the answers were the kind of answers all parents hope for. It was a good experience for us, a breakthrough moment of new perspectives for parents and child. Although we stopped the active role of parenting years ago, it was good to see that the parenting we had done is producing good fruit. We are proud of him, and he is proud of us. That is love, the gift that literally gives everything and expects nothing in return.

Maria Cereza quite unexpectedly moved to Tennessee. We were alarmed at first because her last sojourn there was a disaster. She ended up virtually imprisoned in rural Tennessee and needed financial and emotional assistance to get back to Phoenix. That was while she was carrying Miranda. Miranda was born October 1, 2006. She has some developmental challenges, but she’s a charming and beautiful child with lots of energy and determination. Her brothers, William and Charles, dote on her but the also help her with her physical challenges, too. William is excited about getting back to school again. He loves school and is doing well. Charles is still wondering what school is all about, but he’s catching the excitement William has. When they were settled enough to be able to make a call, Maria told us she is happy, feels safe, things are stable, and they feel at home. That was wonderful news because for the first half of this year they tottered on the edge of disaster and finally ended up with no apartment, no income, no jobs, and not much hope for change. Then Tommy’s sister Melissa drove across the country from Tennessee to Arizona, picked up the whole family, and took them to live with her. Melissa has recently has a big change in her life, and genuine born-again experience, and immediately put that new-found love into action. That is love

For this old man, life jumped up a couple of ticks when JCAHO finally made it to our little office in Lihu`e. The surveyor who came out what the polar-opposite of the previous surveyor — kind, quiet, consultative, interested in what we do. Whereas the 2007 visit was the worst-ever accreditation experience I’ve had since my first solo JCAHO survey in 1975, this on was among the best. I still sit in my little office and bang away on the keys all day writing policies and procedures — and other, more pleasant diversions — and I still have a job I love working with people I love in a place I love with a house I love with a wife I love and a church I love. Although no one really knows what my job is (count me in on that, too), it’s a great job. I have friends all over the country who read these little missives – and that of course means you. When I toll out of bed in the morning one of the first things I do is thank God for another day of all this great life He has given me simply because it pleases Him to do so. That is love.

For our kittens – Mimi, Hercules, Frankie, and Zoë – life is sitting near a window watching the doves and chickens and mynahs, and cardinals. They have their own room, their own food bowls, and their on way of getting attention. Mimi likes to sit with me. Hercules loves to be wherever Crucita is. Frankie is “Me To” for everything that happens, and Zoë – the Princess – has her special places to curl up and be adored. They know they can depend on us, and we know they don’t want to change that arrangement – letting us live in their house. That is love.

And all of this “love-stuff” is summed up in one little sentence in the Prayer I send out to all MBN members on their certificate. See if you can spot it:

Father, I take a moment to remember everyone in the Moon Beam Network. Watch over them all. Bless them. Protect them. Guide them. Direct them. Keep them all safe from any harm or danger in body, mind and spirit. See to their temporal needs and continue to call them all to a deeper spiritual awareness of and commitment to you. Give them your Light. Bless them all for the love we share among all of the members of the Moon Beam Network. Likewise bless everyone I have ever loved and everyone who has ever loved me and anyone who has ever loved them, for the love we have comes from You through your Son Jesus the Christ by the ministry of The Holy Spirit. AMEN.

Make it a wonderful day, Beloved. See you in the moon.
Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service.
Chick

PS: The picture is titled “LOVE” and the caption is “Love is vigilant.” At least, that’s how I see it. I think it was originally Boy With Cat.

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I love you. I love peanut butter. I love Mozart. I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the flowers, I love the daffodils, I love the fireside when all the lights are low, Boom-dee-adada! Boom-dee-adada! Boom-dee-adada! I love camping, I love violin music. I love jazz. I love the Beatles. I love Django Reinhardt. I love Stephane Grapelli. I love my kids. I love Crucita – a lot!! I love cream filberts. I love mango salsa. I love Hawaii. I love Chimayo chili. I love the Bible. I love Jesus. I love Yahweh. I love The Spirit. I love loving things, and persons, and just about any noun or verb you can think of.

Anything wrong with that paragraph?

Ahhhh, what is love?

Some of you may remember an AFC card that talked about different kinds of love; if you don’t remember it, Check out the entry for June 16, 2006. But here’s the thing: In English we have one ambiguous word for love. In Greek – and many other languages – there are several. But what’s the big deal? Love is love, right? Well, yes, but no.

It is those shades of love that give us the willies sometimes. We understand puppy love, motherly and fatherly love, sisterly and brotherly love. Absolutely stupendous love, Godly love (well, almost), and even (sometimes) irrational love. But, Beloved, do we understand LOVE?

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding going or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: Faith, Hope And Love. But the greatest of these is Love.

Folks, you don’t need me to tell you that Paul is talking about agape-love in this passage in 1 Corinthians 13. So what does that portend for peanut butter and daffodils and salsa, and kinfolks, and whatever or whomever else we love?

It means that even if the people we love are pagans, we love them. It means even if we don’t understand why we suffer or even why the people we love suffer, we love God. It means that no matter how mush we love or how many people or places or things we love, love is the quintessential element or our persona individually and collectively!!

Why?

Ahhh, beloved. It is so simple. We are created in the image of God.

Almighty
God
Is
Love
Eternal

Be agile in your love> A.G.I.L.E.

That is why I love you. That is why I can love peanut butter and cream filberts and jazz and my wife and kids and my coworkers and my godchildren and my compadres and daffodils and playing my guitar and sunsets and moon-rises and mango salsa and cooking and … well, go ahead and start your own list here. _________ ___________

Do you understand that while you read this, I love you but GOD LOVES you infinitely more???

Wow.

You know what? I love loving, don’t you?

Stop and say a prayer for all the pagans who believe love is the Earth or the Universe talking to itself. If you love God, stand up and turn around to find someone or something else God loves too. Then let the hugs begin.

Have a great weekend. Now you know what I mean when I say, “I love you!!”

chick