I look at the photographs on my desk, scattered around my office, and hanging on the walls of the study and I am transported to get times and events. I remember great art, turning points in life, and awesome people. I wonder where they are now. I sit here wishing I could be in New York to share a bit of sushi, go climbing, hiking through the Redwoods, and hitting a beach or two. I flash to a quiet caf? in San Francisco, a stroll through the Seaport in the early morning hours, getting the latest sports update from the guys working to make a living. I journey with friends who have been my spiritual guardians so long I cannot imagine God without their faces in the frame.
Each of us carries memories. Many of them are wonderful snaps capturing moments with family and friends. Over the years, my memories have mellowed; the pain of the past does not seem as intense or personal. The wasted opportunities have lost their sharp edges. I do remember the wonderful waves of peace and love. Of hanging out with friends and just exploring life. I see us taking on tough projects and, while making a major pile of sawdust, actually creating things that continue to last.
As I look and remember each person, I want him and her to know the peace and fullness that comes with a God relationship. Even those I disagreed with deserve something better than what they had!
Opportunities to share God's love with others comes each day, yet the opportunity for any one individual may never repeat itself. You and I may get another chance tomorrow, but today our decision to give may make the critical difference in another's life.
One of the keys is remember how God worked yesterday in your life and mine. If we remember God's touches of grace and love; if we remember God's instructions; “they'll help you live a long, long time, a long life lived full and well.” (Proverbs 3.2)
Every snapshots of God is ours to give.
