MY WORDS TODAY

I read about the number of soldiers who

lost their lives in our involvement in Vietnam

and it breaks my heart.  Sons, brothers, fathers,

husbands, and friends numbering fifty-eight

thousand and to this day no one gives a good

reason why.  Fifty-eight thousand young men

died and we still wonder why.  Today in

the reading of Samuel 4:1-11 we hear that

the Philistines went into battle with Israel

and defeated them killing about four thousand. 

The people of Israel could not understand and s

ent for the Ark of Lord from Shiloh that it

might go into battle and save them from

the grasp of their enemy.  The Philistines

drew on their courage and engaged in battle

and slayed thirty thousand foot soldiers. 

The Israelis could not understand and

felt betrayed by God, but God had not

made any promises.  Today as I write

there are thousands of men and women

dying in battle against the tyrants of

our enemies and we continue to wonder

why does this warfare have to exist? 

Jesus taught us the two commandments

to love God above all things and

our neighbor as ourselves. 

It seems so simple.  A four-letter word: 

Love.  Love of others, if taken literally,

seemingly would end all warfare, murders,

fighting, burning, and looting.  But it is

difficult to love when these things take place. 

Still we must try and teach by example. 

The process is slow, step by step,

but we must begin.

 Stanski

January 13, 2022 ^

A ROSE IS A ROSE OR IS IT?

I walked by

the flower cart

in the grocery store

and saw  

a special

on roses. 

They were only

$8.95 for

a dozen beautiful

long stem and red.

I thought about

the impression

they would make

at home

when a certain someone

unwrapped them,

but then

thought again. 

A dozen is

like an apology

for something

I didn’t do

or an act of

being ostentatious. 

Still, they could serve

as an imprint

of my love,

but then again,

how deep

would that

impression be?

I walked away

from the cart

empty handed and

continued my shopping,  

then drove to

the flower shop

where I picked

a single yellow rose

with just a few

tinges of orange.

It looked

exceptional to me

and would speak

volumes of my caring

and love. 

It was unique and

maybe spectacular,

but more important

it was a thoughtful gift

and unexpected. 

A rose is a rose is a rose

and by any other name

is still a rose. 

This is true,

but equally essential

is the art of selection.

When you care

you can be

very subtle

in the way

you express yourself.  

Wouldn’t you rather be

a spectacular comet

blazing through the sky

for a few seconds

than a smoldering ember

in a dying fire

lasting for hours?

I know I would.

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanaki

January 31, 2015 ^