My Grandma told me once how she loved the people from her home community. No matter what they did she loved them. She told me of a neighbour who was a horse thief. Everyone in the area knew it. If your horse went missing, the first stop was always to his farm to see if he had it. Usually he did have the stolen horse. The community folk would go collect their horse and be on their way.
She laughed as she recalled this. Then she paused and looking at me with her beautiful pale blue eyes, she clasped her hands and leaned forward, as though to drive the point home. “You see, they are my people.”
We all need people. We need to love our people and walk with our people.
Have we lost this? Perhaps we lost it before the dreaded virus landed in our world.
Love is not a feeling or an instinct. Love is a job. A job with easy days and tough days. But a job nonetheless.
Together lets love our people.
1 Peter 4: 8 Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers
over a multitude of sins.
Roberta Writes 