Today I attended a cordial gathering to celebrate the Easter season, and it brought to mind the true meaning of family. I was not with ‘my’ family today; these were not ‘my’ children and grandchildren. (They were celebrating the holiday with their mother.) I was at some friends’ house and the other guests were their children and cousins. It was their family, not mine, that was surely feeling great satisfaction in their love and togetherness. Nevertheless, as I watched the friendly festivities throughout the afternoon, I felt no envy, no wish that this was my personal family celebrating together so affectionately. What I realized so clearly was that this was, in fact, my family. All of us who were sharing this food, this house, this planet, and this universe were members of the human family and – more than that – the family of life. We were part of a family that began with the ‘big bang’ some 15 billion years ago, and as such, we were just as inextricably connected to each other as my own brothers and sisters. In some miraculous way, several trillion of the atoms that were created those billions of years ago came together today in a house in
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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