There is one more thing: if an Elvis tune comes on the kitchen radio I will dance to it - even if it's not my kitchen.".
And then there's the person after my own heart who writes, "There's also typos and various grammarian faux pas throughout. Get over it". Now that's somebody I can relate to! :)
But the thing that really caught my attention was the loving spirit I saw in the posts there. I just thought "yes" when I read about the account of a particular homeless person and the conclusion they came to regarding them.
You either start developing rules about who can and can't be served and start weeding the non-conformists out, or you love them all, love them like there's no tomorrow.
Because tomorrow they're coming again. And tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow after that. And none of it, none of it at all, makes any sense whatsoever.
Isn't that what we're all after anyway - to be loved? The longer I live (which has been a while as my son pointed out) the more I'm convinced that love is really all that matters. To love God with all our heart and soul and mind and to love each other. For some time now I've summed up my outlook on life by saying, "love God, love others" because that's all that really matters. Now if I could actually practice that, wow ...
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