PLEASE HEAR WHAT I’M NOT SAYING*

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Government can give food, churches can give food, charities can give food. Throw money in the pot and distribute money, throw food in the pot and distribute food, but there is way to throw love into the pot and distribute love. Love can only be given by individuals, alone or in the group. Jesus says to love your neighbor as yourself. How many of us give thousands of dollars to missions but have never bought even a potted plant for a neighbor?

Think of how well loved King David was; yet in Psalms 142:4, he says, “no man cared for my soul.” If David felt like that, think of how many people we meet who are crying out for someone to care.

Today I recommend that you google the poem “Please Hear What I’m Not Saying.”  It is too long for this blog, but I promise it is not too long for your heart. It begins: “Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the mask I wear! For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks. Masks that I’m afraid to take off and none of them are me…”

So many needy people wearing masks, very rarely do they let the mask slip so we recognize their hurtles, hurts, and heartaches.

Spring is here; neighbors are out more. Do you know them? Do you know what happens behind their masks? Or, is your own mask so blinding that you can’t see?

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Title of poem by Charles C. Finn

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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16 Responses to PLEASE HEAR WHAT I’M NOT SAYING*

  1. shoreacres says:

    It’s an important point, Oneta. It reminds me of the old saying about people who love the world but hate people. “The world” is an abstraction. Individuals are quirky, cranky, misshapen, and maladapted. All the more reason to offer them love.

  2. Roos Ruse says:

    Say that, Sister Oneta. Rally the troops!

  3. Salvageable says:

    When people on the street ask me for money, I’ve learned to stop walking and look them in the eye, even as I explain to them that I don’t have any money to share with them (kids at home, some in college, etc.). Some are clearly unhappy, but I think many of them appreciate being treated like human beings. J.

    • oneta hayes says:

      A good suggestion for lifting someone in ways they might not expect. It is sometimes so much easier just to part with a five dollar bill when some recognition would pay great dividends. Good point

  4. Wally Fry says:

    but there is way to throw love into the pot and distribute love. Love can only be given by individuals

    That was awesome

  5. Lord help us to see past the masks and reach out to others.

  6. Faye says:

    Great blog. Without love…..ie God’s Love in and through us ….all of the money, all of the aid ares only band-aids and will not touch the deeper needs within.

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