THIS IS WHO WE ARE

This is what we do for the joy of the King,
For His peaceable Kingdom,
For a world in despair.
And this is why we bring any hope we can give,
Any bread from the table,
Any touch of His hand.
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is why we sing.
This is how we live.
This is who we are.


Friday, February 1, 2008

Wish I'd Written THIS

Hands-down, Dean Koontz is one of my all-time favorite writers.  He usually gets labeled in the  "Horror" genre, but I think that really does him a disservice.  Granted, some of his books are smack-dab in the middle of horror (and these are my least favorite), but most of them--even the ones with "out there" story lines--are uplifting and full of brilliant humanitarian ideals.
I'm sharing here one of my favorite Koontz observations from one of his great books.  (I think it comes from From the Corner of His Eye.)  I  wish I'd written this.  Actually, what I really wish is that I could live each day of my life operating from this perspective.  Hope it resonates with you!
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Not one day in anyone's life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down's-Syndrome child.  Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example.  Each smallest act of kindness--even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile--reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed, until a simple courtesy becomes and act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed the ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will.

All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined--those dead, those living, those generations yet to come--that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands.  Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope; for each of us is a thread critical to the strength--to the very survival--of the human tapestry.  Every hour of every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days for which we, in our dissatisfaction, so often yearn are already with us; all great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.

2 comments:

jennifer said...

You may not have written it, but you seem to live your life like those words!

Bianka said...

I looooove Dean Koontz too!