Thursday, April 1, 2004
Thursday, April 1, 2004
It was no messenger or angel but his presence that saved them; in his love and
in his pity he redeemed them; he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.
(Isaiah 63.9
NRSV)
Eastman lost his father while he was still young. He was forced to watch his mother scrape financially to provide the bare essentials for George and his two sisters. Memories of his mother mopping floors and washing clothes for other people haunted George like a bad dream throughout his life.
Consequently, he vowed to make enough money so that his mother would never have to work again.
Actually, he made millions, and he revolutionized photography--but his real goal was a comfortable living for his mother. That's what love does for us. It lifts us. "Love lifted me," we sing, and it is true.
Dear God, may your love lift me to do things that will help all of your people. Amen.
