Two Cents Worth

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All things happen for a reason way beyond our comprehension. When this occurs I like to call it Divine Intervention.

We have all experienced times when we thought nothing more could be done. We exhausted all our avenues, drained all our resources, worn out the good humour of our friends and depleted all our possibilities. Then someone crosses our path and gives hope, revives our spirit, renews our faith and regenerates our life. It might only be a smile, the touch of a hand, a listening ear or a moment of understanding but, if recognized and accepted, will set our life back on track.

Call it what you will, coincidence, chance, an accident, luck, we all know we didn’t create this newness, this insight on our own. We had help from somewhere, unplanned by us but certainly a strategy in someone’s playbook. We need not question the who or even the why, we just have to accept and embrace.

I think everything that happens to us has a reason. We might not know or understand the reason but if we welcome it with an open heart and willing mind, even the most devastating event will allow us to not only grow but flourish.

It is hard to accept anything painful can bring joy but it’s all in what we do, physically, mentally and emotionally at our lowest moments. We can turn away from feeling, swaddle ourselves in hurt, soothe ourselves with anger and wallow in self-pity. Or we can discover who we are on a much deeper level, renew our faith, strengthen our trust, build confidence and be strong. We will begin to look within ourselves for fulfillment, joyfulness and peace.

As Christians this is the knowledge that Easter offers. It’s a time of soul-searching, repentance, acknowledgement of our failings, redirection of our lives and renewal of our faith. Actually, you don’t even have to be a Christian to receive this gift which is given to all humanity. It is a process which begins with acceptance of each other as one with us expressed in love.

We often throw out the word tolerance instead of acceptance. Tolerance, to me, implies, different. It’s like saying, somewhat grudgingly, “Well, you are not like me but I will allow you in.” What we need to say is “We are brothers and sisters and I love you.” It is a bond beyond any and all human distinctions.

Our individual ordeals, misfortunes, sufferings, bring us closer to this recognition, to the understanding that we are much more than our hardships. We are strong; we are valued; we are destined for greater than we know. We are each here for a reason so our job is to live up to our potential and be a source or a guide for goodness and love.

It’s a tough job but nobody said it would be easy. 



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