Whoever he or she was....they reminded me to Love You!

I stay glued to the tube---be it radio or television and it's always on the news.  I go between FOX and CNN.  There's no way to listen to either station and not become jaded.  To hear it told, no one likes anyone that differs in opinion.  You didn't vote for the President?  You're doomed to H*** and obviously are a racist.  You did vote for the current President?  Well, then obviously, you're an amoral moron.  You get my point. It's hard not to hear all of that and start to think that God is on vacation, that His people are wrapped up in hate and loathing.  Yep, I was pure-D-jaded.  That is...until yesterday when strangers on North Hills Street reminded me that our God is still in control and that we are still bound by love and respect for one another. How did this come to me?... by virtue of an unknown person who had passed from this life.  I don't know who he or she was. I don't know their race or their family background.  What I do know is that his or her last act to the people that were left behind was to remind us that life is precious.  Right there, on North Hills Street and on to their final destination, we put our differences  aside and pulled over or stopped in the middle lane of the street to pay our last respects to that sister or brother.  We stopped our crazy lives long enough to be reminded that life is precious and so was that person.  That no matter what's happening in Washington or Jackson or wherever, we Southerners love one another and respect the departed and support the survivors.  They saw it as we stopped our lives long enough to embrace theirs.  May we remember, always, that there's a magnificent God who loves us all despite our spots and dots and He asks for nothing more than the same from us. May your Easter be one of love for strangers and a reminder to forgive everyone. Life Resurrected. He lives!!!