Everything is relative.

 Good morning,

I pray the day finds you well.

We have a heat wave coming, well a heat wave by Pacific Northwest terms, it will be above 90  degrees for a few days. Phoenix would call it balmy, Kansas would call it nice, up here in the upper left of the country we call that a heat wave. 

Everything is relative. 

Some of my day is made up of working with people that are in real pain:

• Cancer
• Chronic physical pain
• Mental anguish

Most of my day is made up of working with people who are upset when something does not go their way.

• The pool is full.
• They have to wear a mask.
• They can't park their expensive car in three parking spots to avoid a door ding.

These people are truly upset. their whole day is now off kilter.

Everything is relative.

The people who are upset about the pool, mask, or parking spot are not dealing with the more dire of diagnoses. I have found on my time on the Dairy Farm (Chemo) that these people don't sweat the small stuff. I learned the same thing from my time on the farm. 

Another thing I learned was just about everything is small stuff.

I was reading a book the other day and it talked about Christians being thrown to the lions in Rome. 

The last time I looked nobody was being eaten by lions in any of our football stadiums.

Everything is relative. 

I guess when you are not running from a lion a parking space is important. 

I guess when you don't have a lion chomping on your leg, not getting into the pool is important.

I guess when you are not worried about a lion, a person has time to think about whether to wear a mask or not.  

Everything is relative.

What about the family down the street that needs food, can we worry about that?

What about the kid that needs help in school, when will this child become important?

What if we took the focus off of ourselves and looked to help others.

Jesus said:

"I was hungry and you fed me,

I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,

I was homeless and you gave me a room,

I was shivering and you gave me clothes,

I was sick and you stopped to visit,

I was in prison and you came to me."

Then the people said, "When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? When did we every see you sick or in prison and come to you? Jesus said, "I am telling you the truth whenever you did one these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me-you did it to me."

What if we all took a deep breath, relaxed and did that? 

I wonder what the world would look like then?

Something to ponder.

Blessings,

Roger