Love Them All…

We are one body, individually members of one another.
Romans 12:5

As a child, I found the word “hate” to be terribly powerful. I refrained from using it for years. To “hate” anyone seemed to eliminate the possibility that I would ever learn to love him or her. In spite of the occasional teasing and physical trauma I suffered, I truly tried not to hate anyone.

My childhood resolve eventually faded and this became more difficult. Fortunately, college gave me more than the tools I needed to teach. It was there that my appreciation for children young and old grew exponentially. Later, when I had my own classroom, I couldn’t keep my students from occupying special places in my heart. It was more often a colleague or a student’s parent who tested my ability to love than it was any of the children in my classroom. I reminded myself often that these adults were also somebody’s children. I challenged myself to find reasons they these people might be loved by their parents and to focus on those attributes.

As I consider my frustration and sadness over so much of today’s news, I try to remember that those who turn our little worlds upside down and those who are playing havoc with the world at large are somebody’s children as well. We are all God’s children and it is up to us to find ways to get along. Though our efforts may seem small in the grand scheme of things, they will make a difference just the same.

Merciful God, help us to see one another with your eyes and to love one another with your heart. Help us to bring peace and justice back into this world, one encounter at a time.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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The Word is LOVE

We are one body, individually members of one another.
Romans 12:5

As a child, I found the word “hate” to be terribly powerful. I refrained from using it for years. To “hate” anyone seemed to eliminate the possibility that I would ever learn to love him or her. In spite of the occasional teasing and physical trauma I suffered, I truly tried not to hate anyone.

When my childhood resolve eventually faded, this became more difficult. Fortunately, college gave me more than the tools I needed to teach. It was there that my appreciation for children young and old grew exponentially. Later, when I had my own classroom, I couldn’t keep my students from occupying special places in my heart. It was more often a colleague or a student’s parent who tested my ability to love than it was any of the children in my classroom. I reminded myself often that these adults were also somebody’s children. I challenged myself to find reasons they might be loved by their parents and to focus on them.

As I consider my frustration and sadness over so much of today’s news, I try to remember that those who turn our little worlds upside down and those who are playing havoc with the world at large are somebody’s children as well. We are all God’s children and it is up to us to find ways to get along. Though our efforts may seem small in the grand scheme of things, they will make a difference just the same.

Merciful God, help us to see one another with your eyes and to love one another with your heart. Help us to bring peace and justice back into this world, one encounter at a time.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Simply Love

We are one body, individually members of one another.
From Romans 12:4-8

While growing up, I found the word “hate” to be terribly powerful. I refrained from using this verb for years. I took to heart the concept of our loving one another. To “hate” anyone seemed to eliminate any possibility that I would ever learn to love him or her. As a child, in spite of the teasing and occasional physical trauma I suffered, I truly tried not to hate anyone.

Later, when the idealism of childhood faded, this became more difficult. Fortunately, college gave me more than the tools I needed to teach. It was there that my appreciation for children grew exponentially. Later, when I had my own classroom, I couldn’t keep my students from occupying special places in my heart. Actually, it was more often a colleague or a student’s parent who tested my ability to love than it was any of the children in my classroom. Eventually, I reminded myself that each of these adults was also somebody’s child. I challenged myself to find one of the reasons he or she was loved by a parent and to focus upon that.

You know, those who turn our little worlds upside down and those who are playing havoc with the world at large are Somebody’s child as well. We are all God’s children and it is up to us to find ways to get along. Though our efforts may seem small in the grand scheme of things, they will make a difference just the same.

Merciful God, help us to see one another with your eyes and to love one another with your love. Help us to bring peace and justice back into this world, one encounter at a time.

©2014 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved