One of my grandsons, Atticus a beautiful boy aged three going on 20, was asked by his mother if he had a good night sleep?
‘Well i did but my head didn’t “
“Oh really? How come?”
“My head just didn’t have any dreams”.
We need dreamers don’t stop dreaming.
A discussion with a bloke on the street recently about respecting those who die on the streets.
Both of us we unaware of the death of a young sports person, for which the out pouring of public grief, the lowering of flags and other symbolic acts were quite staggering.
In contrast, those who die on the street largely go unnoticed.
No symbolic gestures, no public ‘mourning’, no media coverage and no special events as a mark of respect.
‘Bob’, not his name, was deeply distressed, that people from his circle of friends go largely unnoticed when they die.
I know this to be so. Last year I took a simple service at the back entrance to a crematorium of a bloke who died alone on the street.
Disconnected from family his body arrived in the cheapest of caskets, with a cloth covering it, no flowers no tributes, just a few people who new him and me a complete stranger who had been asked to say a few words of hope.
I reckon ‘Bob’ has a point, on this I believe he gets the heart of Jesus.
All are created in God’s image, we are all broken and struggle, but, if you entertain, people or are a ‘hero’ even those who don’t really know you, will mourn your passing and the world is made aware of it.
Not even a sparrow dies with out the creator being aware!!
Thank you ‘Bob’ for reminding us to respect all who die regardless of who or ‘what’ they are.
