O flee this home of iniquity, that City of Light to find,
Where Hope, a blazing hearth, Faith, its roads are lined.
There the godly shall gather, none wounded left behind,
And its Rule shall be of Charity, and Peace to all mankind.
What will your Christmas be like,
When at last the tree turns to dry?
Beyond plain sight, the spirit hides,
Give to the poor, those lonely inside.
This task attend, on this longest night,
And while it must die,
Your tree lives bright.
December 21, 2013
How shall we weather the storm of judgement turning our way?
Surely, it must be with the deep roots of humble prayer and willing sacrifice that will prevent us from toppling over, rather than the self-glorifying acts all done in the name of charity.
“The rich give of their surplus but the poor give of what they have to live on.”
Of the many meals I had during a photography trip in Yunnan, China, the most memorable must be the one that my travel companion and I had at the home of our local guide.
His home was clearly not in an affluent part of town.
But yet, he and his wife readily offered up all they had in their kitchen larder for our dinner.
With his wife handing him the ingredients, our host hunched low over a campfire style burner (no, there was no cooking hob or oven in this place) and proceeded to stir-fry dish after dish in front of us.
Cooking fumes blew relentlessly towards them but this did not bother them at all.
The smell of food cooking must have roused the appetite of his son and I was lucky to capture the moment when the little boy merrily popped in at the door to check out what’s for dinner.
Stomachs filled, memories etched, and spirit encouraged. A treat from a host we hardly knew anything about. What more could we have asked for?
Surely, to be able to willingly share of the little that one had must be a sign of an internal wealth that belies outward appearances.
Maybe that is why his son had such rosy cheeks and an angelic smile!