Sabbath Messages | Sabbath Message: May 1, 2004
Good Sabbath
May 1, 2004 "This is the day blessed above all others,
For the Rock of Ages rested thereon.
Six days are days for toil and labor,
But the Seventh day is a day unto the Lord."
How quickly go the years as mortality has no predictability. "The good die young" goes the mythology, yet so many good people attain senior status. God is both patient for our company and impatient for neighbor's goodness to neighbor. Love was given to accompany kindness for a smile balances pain.
My sweet, kind, gentle friend, Tim Larrack, informs me that the doctors have found more cancer than they had located before. I prayed to a kind God, this morning as I walked among Spring, the season for rebirth. The birds sang about new nests, and new leaves crowded trees awakened from the cold. I asked God for a miracle, to have dreaded desease mysteriously disappear. My brain told me that what would happen would happen; my soul told me that this rare gift, Tim, was already a miracle, a lesson for others, a truly handsome creature who had no vanity, whose heart nurtured his family as they now nurture him.
I petitioned God, even on Sabbath, that Tim was needed on earth so that a peacefulness could win over hateful war, that younger humans would not have to be sacrificed while politicians were nurtured by money and power so that truth would remain in hybernation. But what could a still young man do about war and hate except to become a role-model to anyone who knew him, who once leaped for a basketball, or caught a baseball, or raised money for splendid Museums for posterity, or visits Kansas City to say goodbye to parent.
I mean no sadness here, except that I must relate my love and admiration for this wonderful gentleman while he may still read my feelings. As one grows old, as Frances and I have theoretically, one loses parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. One's treasure grows more sparse except to share kindness with those who endure through the mysteries of mortality.
Tim, you make it easy for me and those who love you, for you have adapted to reality, what is is what is. You keep sharing yourself, your feelings, your kindness in days of doubt about ourselves and our leaders. I want you to know that the manificent Global Conference I just left, brought together leaders and miracle workers from all over the globe, including panels on accelerating cures, through FasterCures, a noble Foundation addressing healthcare and life sciences, cancer research, anchored by Nobel Laureates. When the Soviets beat us into space, the US changed the rhythm of scientific inquiry, personified by our own rocketry.
Now the Hubbel points past yesterday's limits and yesterday's knowledge and insists that we are at a beginning again, that modern humankind is poised between its second Genesis and terrible consequences of the arrogance of human vanity.
This is to rekindle our curiousity as to why we are here, through Tim's presence, for we are all players in humanity's pursuit of wisdom and justice. Each one counts, as Adam and Eve were created to teach us that we can have sprung from one root, no matter how scientific other theories claim otherwise.
We, each of us, is student and teacher as we learn and share basic intelligence and feelings so that our souls
are made more worthwhile and immortal. Remember, it is we who build the foundation for all futures, all of them.
As May arrives, believe in each other as good, forget hate and envy and then watch miracles as they outnumber the stars.
sandy
