Our common language of love

When love speaks, it doesn't always require words to get the message across.

We met on the street, where he worked as a cobbler. I urgently needed my shoes repaired while I was on a strenuous journey in his land. I couldn't speak his language, nor he mine, but seeing what needed to be done, he quickly put down what he was working on. Someone else offered me a seat on a tiny stool. The work commenced immediately. Both grinned with pleasure as the cobbler performed his service for a stranger. Within minutes the street was filled with onlookers—adults and children alike—all smiling. The transaction took only minutes; not a word was exchanged between us, yet our common language of love bound us together in brotherhood. His helpfulness was mirrored by my gratitude. I still proudly show off his workmanship on my shoes!

I thought of a verse in the Old Testament: "Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us?" Mal. 2:10. How alive this message became for me as I glimpsed the brotherhood that crosses barriers of race, color, creed, culture, to glorify our one Father-Mother God, who knows each of His children as His spiritual idea, perfect, wholly good, upright, free.

December 28, 1987

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