Good Morning, God!
I was looking at our friends’ photos of India and loved this shot of the inside of the City Palace in Jaipur.
Palaces — and the homes of the rich and powerful — seem to exert a pull on us.
I think of the mansions that we can “tour” in England — where the no-longer-quite-so-rich live in one of the wings? And the MacMansions that are squeezed into small parcels of land along Kahala Avenue?
What is the point of huge houses, God? It is the nature of the people inside the house that makes it a “home.” Hmm. I suppose that is a bit like our bodies? Being “fit” and “in shape” is great — but You look on our INSIDE — on our Hearts.
I wonder, God, what it would be like to be taken on a “TOUR” of my Heart? My heart is FULL of all the people I love. But if YOU took me on a TOUR I am afraid that You would take me down into the dungeons where people I have JUDGED are confined.
Down in our innermost hearts — are people who have hurt us — or hurt those we love. Do they stay FOREVER?
How I wish, God, when I hear of someone still hurting at an injury, that I had the Authority to Apologize to them. Apologies are powerful. They Acknowledge the Reality of the Hurt. They Accept Responsibility. And they Express Regret. I think, God, Our World NEEDS Official Apologizers! How busy they could be!