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If you're more or less okay, take care of someone

This is quite a word picture; I got it off of my daughter-in-law's blog; she got it from Anne Lamott:

"... the world sometimes feels like the waiting room of an emergency ward and ... we who are more or less okay for now need to take the tenderest possible care of the more wounded people in the waiting room, until the Healer comes."

This is a word for me as another school year begins. In the university, thinking of life as the waiting room of an emergency ward is probably the farthest from anybody's mind. University -- especially at the start of fall -- is all about new beginnings:

New courses, new friends, new ideas, new season, new paths for the future.

And for some professors in the humanities: new hair-brained theories.

Those reveling in the new don't think they need much help; certainly no need for a physician.

What emergency room?

As for me, I'm not feeling like anything is much new.

I just feel more or less okay.

But I guess it is the more or less okay that need to take the tenderest possible care to help the wounded in the room, until the Healer comes.


Psalm 39.4-5 Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath.

Matthew 9.20-21 Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, "If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed."

Matthew 9.12 But when he heard it, he said, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.


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