Monday, July 11, 2011

The Window Through Which We Look

I am without time. I have lots of words, but none of them are blending into a cohesive unit. So today, I am posting someone else's words. Unfortunately I was unable to find the name of the author. But these words are not mine so someone else gets the credit.

This is a short reading from the non-denominational church service at our homecoming a few weekends ago. It made me laugh ... but most of all, made me think:

 A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.

The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young
woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.

"That laundry is not very clean", she said.
"She doesn't know how to wash correctly.
Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."

Her husband looked on, but remained silent.

Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the
young woman would make the same comments.

About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a
nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:

"Look, she has learned how to wash correctly.
I wonder who taught her this?"

The husband said, "I got up early this morning and
cleaned our windows."

And so it is with life. What we see when watching others
depends on the purity of the window through which we look.

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