Friday August 31 2012:
Mark 3:25 . “A home
divided against itself is doomed.”
After forty-six years of
marriage, I hope I have learned to be wrong when I’m right.
I had a very dear Uncle who
was one of my spiritual mentors and heroes for as long as I can remember. I remember when he returned from the Second
World War, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen especially in his
uniform. I think I was about five or six
years old and very impressionable. Being
from a Mennonite family, he was regarded as a rebel to the faith. He served in the medical core and so he was
able to justify his service by saving lives instead of destroying them.
We loved and admired him
because he was a kind of “legend” in our family. He was not afraid to do what he thought was
right and he was not bound by the rules and regulations of old encumbrances and
legalities. When he matured and aged, he
wore a huge cowboy hat and played the dobro and guitar and sang
country-flavored songs. He was also gifted with a generous heart that never
stopped giving.
Several years ago he was
diagnosed with a brain tumor that became inoperable. His last word of advice to some of us who
were with him near the end was, “Don’t be afraid to be wrong when you’re
right.” I’m finding, life becomes easier
as I attempt to follow this gem of wisdom.
I wish I had realized this many years ago. Even when we don’t agree, if it doesn’t
compromise our beliefs or convictions, it is really quite painless to be quiet
and stop the process of creating distress.
Heavenly
Father, I am so thank full for your acceptance of me even with all my
faults. Help me to let the unimportant
things become just that, unimportant!
Let me be more humble and less argumentative. Help me not to dwell on having my own way but
being more empathetic towards others.
Let me be someone who displays positive thoughts and words of
encouragement so that others may see your love through me. In Jesus name, Amen.