Soup spoon, Author Donovan Govan (CC BY-SA-3.0 Unportedl GFDL).
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal” (1 Cor. 13: 1).
Whether as abuse victims made the object of unfair comparisons or as men and women raised in a materialistic culture, we have a tendency to compare ourselves to others. The comparison nearly always overlooks our real gifts.
Not many of us are fashion models or world class chefs. Few are sports icons, movie stars, or billionaires. None at all can stay eighteen forever. We play different parts, in the course of a lifetime – some more humble than others, but no less important.
Spoons may be less glamorous than swords or scepters. But they fill an essential role. You cannot scoop pudding for a child with a saber, or feed the hungry of the world with a magic wand. Ask any farmer.
Love, above all else, is what the world needs. Not “love” as portrayed by Hollywood. Real love – the kind that takes sweat and sacrifice. The kind that involves wiping noses and kissing boo-boos; standing on an assembly line, day in and day out, to make sure the bills get paid.
If we can manage that without having known it ourselves, we have achieved something close to miraculous.
A SPOON IS NOT A HAMMER
A spoon is not a hammer
A knife is not a glove
To warm a heart near frozen
From simple lack of love
So strike a blow for freedom
Cut through red tape and lies
Or lift the spoon to a child’s lips
A tender look in your eyes
We each have different talents
And different roles to play
A candle will light the darkness
A match can start a blaze
So raise a cry for justice
And hold that banner high
Or wrap your arms round a baby
And sing a lullaby
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ANNA WALDHERR A Voice Reclaimed, Surviving Child Abuse 