Thursday, July 10, 2003
Thursday, July 10, 2003
And how are they to proclaim him unless they are sent? As it is written, "How
beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"
But then, she noticed that the reception desk at the hospital was vacant and the children's wing
had no clowns and laughter. The blind listened for a friendly voice that never came and the
crippled were imprisoned in wheelchairs that never moved. Flowers on church altars withered
and died. Children in nurseries lifted their arms but there was no one there to hold them in love.
The search for cures for diseases was canceled for lack of interest. Symphony halls and
museums were dark and still. Alcoholics, prisoners, shut-ins, the poor cried out in despair but no
one came.
Erma continued, "I sought in my sleep to regain a glimpse of the Ship of Volunteers once more. It
was to be my last glimpse of civilization....as we were meant to be."
Please give of your time to help make our world beautiful!
(Romans 10.15
NRSV)
Erma Brombeck wrote once in a column that she dreamed every volunteer in the land had set
sail for another country. She waved goodbye and breathed a sigh of relief. No longer would she
be bothered by someone badgering her to help with some drive or project.
Dear God, life is awful busy, but I will use my time to make your world a beautiful one for all.
Amen.
