It's in the eyes of the children
As they leave for the very first time
And it's in the heart of a soldier
As he takes a bullet on the frontline
It's in the face of a mother
As she takes the force of the blow
And its in the hands of the father, yeah
As he works his fingers to the bone, yeah
It's in the soul of a city
What it does after it crumbles and burns
And it's in the blood of a hero
To know where he goes he may never return
If you could be anywhere that you wanted to be
With anyone that you wanted to be with
Doing anything that you wanted to do
What would it be and who would it be with you
Time flies but you're the pilot
It moves real fast but you're the driver
You may crash and burn sometimes
This is why we do it
This is worth the pain
This is why we fall down
And get back up again
This is where the heart lies
This is from above
Love is this, this is love
Love is why we do it
Love is worth the pain
Love is why we fall down
And get back up again
Love is where the heart lies
Love is from above
I tried to go op-shopping in central Parramatta a few weeks ago. I stepped into a store but was pulled back by a man whispering "Don't go inside,"
I asked why and he replied that there was a crazy lady in the store and the cops were on their way.
I realized he was an employee so I stepped back outside, leaned my back against the wall and turned up the volume in my earphones. I didn't need to be there, but for some reason I felt compelled to stick around. The man paced up and down the pavement waiting for the police to arrive. I unplugged one of the earphones and went quiet as I listened to the lady screaming every cuss word under the sun.
In the thirty minutes it took for a convoy of four police cars and an ambulance to arrive, the two employees and I chatted, laughed and ate ice cream together.
One situation. Two different perspectives. My question is - what would you see?
In the Bible the story of Job is recounted, a man who suffered every degree of loss. The shadows of misfortune seemed to follow him. Inspite of these heartbreaking experiences, he refused to treat others harshly or deny God. Job consciously chose to humanize people and refused to define them by their actions. I mulled over why he was this way and came to this conclusion.
I realized he was an employee so I stepped back outside, leaned my back against the wall and turned up the volume in my earphones. I didn't need to be there, but for some reason I felt compelled to stick around. The man paced up and down the pavement waiting for the police to arrive. I unplugged one of the earphones and went quiet as I listened to the lady screaming every cuss word under the sun.
A female employee walked out the store.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine" she replied with a quiet smile on her lips, she gestured towards the lady inside.
"But I don't think she is, poor thing has barricaded herself in a corner."
Shaking her head while looking down at the pavement she continued.
"Looks like she's had a rough morning."
"Sounds like she's had a tough life," I replied and we both nodded in agreement.
In the thirty minutes it took for a convoy of four police cars and an ambulance to arrive, the two employees and I chatted, laughed and ate ice cream together.
A small crowd gathered curious to the cause of the commotion. I noticed each time someone asked the male employee what was going on, he would reply a crazy woman is going off her head inside the store. But each time someone asked the female employee what was going on, she would sympathise and reply that the lady inside seems to be having a rough morning.
One situation. Two different perspectives. My question is - what would you see?
In the Bible the story of Job is recounted, a man who suffered every degree of loss. The shadows of misfortune seemed to follow him. Inspite of these heartbreaking experiences, he refused to treat others harshly or deny God. Job consciously chose to humanize people and refused to define them by their actions. I mulled over why he was this way and came to this conclusion.
Job knew who he was to God and who God was to him - and no amount of persuasion or misfortune could change that. He viewed people with love.
I walked away from the store after everything was sorted and couldn't help but ask myself:
How do I view people? What do I see?
Happy Days
Sila
How do I view people? What do I see?
Happy Days
Sila
