There are many songs being sung in our world today and none without meaning. There are as many songs as there are people.
This past week-end I traveled to spend some time with a woman who has been a good friend for well over fifty years. She was born with a happy song, but with the years, and with circumstances, her song has been diminshed. Oh, she still laughs and smiles, but her song is now tinged with sorrow and sadness as physical issues require attention, and her strong work ethic is not so easily managed. Weariness often overcomes her.
My friend and I spent a couple of hours with our god-child, a very successful man who is goal oriented and driven by a dream. The business he is engaged in is quite lucritive and he has plans for early retirement when he meets his goal. His pride and joy though are his children, whom he talks about with great excitement. From an earthly standpoint, he appears to have it all together, but some “worry lines” on his face indicate that even his song has a dark side, perhaps I should say a gray side. Life is not free of challenges.
I am blessed to have a son and his family in the same area, so I was able to enjoy a few hours with them as well. The song they sing comes across to me as mostly blue. As a mother, I wish I was able to wave a magic wand and “make it all alright”, but my Father in Heaven allows me to make my own choices and decisions and some of the greatest lessons I have learned have been because of hard times. So, I must allow them to sing the blues while I pray that the clouds will part and the Sun of righteousness will shine upon them.
Following the visit with my biological child I enjoyed a visit with my spiritual son and his family. A visit to their home is always a joy because they have the gift of hospitality. I feel welcomed and warmed by their kind, gentle attention. Their home is in the country and because Spring has arrived, at last, in the north country, everything was green and growing. I love Spring! I love it because of the new life, the happy song, the hope of harvest, the hope of fruitfulness in the Fall. I heard Spring’s song and I was refreshed.
Today as I was considering this week-end with the various songs I heard, my thought turned to fruit salad. Strange you say, yes, I am sure, but then that is how my mind works.
There are many kinds of fruit, each one can be enjoyed individually and yet they can be combined to make a fruit salad. If people can be compared to fruit, consider this: You cannot take an apple and turn it into an orange, you cannot take a pear and make it into a banana, nor can you make a blueberry into a cherry. BUT, you can combine them into a fruit salad that is incredibly wonderful tasting and very nourishing as well. Throw in some blueberries for anti-oxident power and you are good to go.
Why do we try to make other people into our own image? Why can we not accept each other for who we are? God loves variety, we all sing a different song and that is okay. He is the author of all of the songs, but what we do with our song is what makes our song a happy song or a sad one. Decisions matter!
As I thought about fruit salad, I realized that God’s love is the dressing that keeps it all together, adds just the right flavor to it. It marries all the fruit together into a pleasing delight for the palate. And yet, each fruit adds its own flavor to the salad. Wonderful!
That thought led me to unity. That is what happens when we allow God into our marriage, our family. It becomes a wonderful blend where each one is loved and accepted as they are, without trying to force one another to be someone they are not, a job by the way, that only the love of God can accomplish.
Uniformity on the other hand is like homoginization, only one distinct flavor. Milk is homogenized and that is good and right, but homogenized people? No!
I love variety in food, I love variety in people. I loved sitting with my friends nephew and his wife talking about their experience in Arizona this winter. As they shared their time there, I lived it, could see it, could almost smell the ranch, the horses, the mountain air, and that is not my thing, but oh how lovely to be with them and hear the precious song they sang.
You, dear reader, have a song to sing. You are singing a song in our world whether you realize it or not. Won’t you consider what song you are singing and whether your song lifts up or pulls down those around you?
Everyone needs hope, everyone needs love and acceptance, everyone needs to be respected and honored, everyone needs to be valued. As we honor God for who He is, realizing that it is His love that binds all of the different songs into a sympohny of beauty, harmony comes and discord disappears, our lives are changed for the better, the lives of those around us change and we come closer to Heaven on earth.
Yes, I know, Heaven on earth cannot happen yet, nevertheless, unity is the desire of Jesus spoken of in John 17 and each of us can do what we can do to bring that to pass.
Each of us is an instrument and we will play a song. We must choose if our song will be discord or harmony. Let us accept others for who they are and allow God to make them into the person that He wants them to be? He can you know!
I bless you in the name of the Lord Jesus…Joy