The precious jewels in our lives are wrought not of metal and stone, but forged from our life’s journey, of the people whom we have had the courage to show compassion, for love of our fellow neighbour is that which remains eternal.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal” (Matthew 6:19-20)
The trials that we face in life are many, at times seemingly insurmountable, threatening to engulf us. The narrow path, however difficult and fraught with sacrifice is the mirror that reveals what we believe in and what we live for. Pain and suffering strip away the mask that represents the fragility of our lives. Life has taught me that there is beauty and grace to be found even in the most difficult of times. A gentle word, a kind thought or an act of compassion during such trials manifests a spirit of hope and gratitude. The ability to love with courage beyond human strength and understanding, to show fortitude in times of adversity reflects what, and more importantly in Whom we live for. Yet how many pause to acknowledge that silent voice that forever knocks at the doorstep of our hearts, that has always beckoned us stirring within the depths of our soul.
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29
Walking along the Venetian harbour, I felt at ease. The sun cast its radiant glow over the blue water lapping against the yellow sandstone walls. A lone man selling sea sponges on a boat swayed gently in the water. From early morning to late afternoon, he would be ply his trade. Despite scarce sales, he was blessed with a radiant smile full of joy. I was drawn to this man with whom I struck up a friendship. Harris, a veteran sailor settled long ago on Crete where he raised his family. Amidst adversity, suffering had merely tempered his beautiful heart. In this man, I sensed a deep sense of humility and serenity despite enduring hardship. One day after a heartfelt conversation I looked into his warm brown eyes full of love for life and uttered solemnly “May God bless you and your family, and may you forever trust in Him”. Harris responded with a sad smile of conviction. “And that’s the greatest gift that one can ever wish for in life”. I have never forgotten this man dear to my heart, and his memory manifests eternal words of truth and wisdom, that pierce my soul. The truth that, he who is totally dependant on and lives a life of love for God lacks nothing, though he may be materially poor for he inherits grace from the source of life itself Christ Jesus and thus is truly blessed.
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