Welcome.. I chose this photograph of a part of downtown Montreal while visiting a few years ago. The variance from this modern glass-paneled high rise to that of the old stone church initially struck me as out of place due to the proximity of the old and new so close together. Actually, there are several old churches dotting the modern Montreal landscape. There is also an entire historic section of the city referred to as Old Montreal. I like the preservation of the historic contrasting with the contemporary. There is a sense of cohesiveness associated with this dynamic.
The young and the old peacefully co-existing can be applied to people, as well. So can folks of different ethnicity, skin color, language, tradition, religion, cuisine, celebrations, holidays, etc. When people get it right and see diversity as a strength rather than being fearful of it, living together can actually be a pleasant experience for all. I acknowledge that melding together in this era is especially difficult due to the violence of a few who negatively affect so many.
Nevertheless, may we all strive for a piece of Harmony among one another. This is how our world was originally created. Pray that it will continue to be moving forward. Thanks, and enjoy today, tomorrow, being alive and loving what is good and discarding what isn’t. There is too much beauty in our world to be wasted on negatives.
Several years ago we visited an ancient Mayan complex in the Yucatan jungle of Mexico called Chichen Itza. I wanted to visit this site since I was a small boy. I finally did as a man, although the boy is still in me. We visited the pyramids, the planetarium, the sports arena, and miscellaneous other structures. I regret that I didn’t purchase the handful of small towels that grandma was holding. I knew they were inexpensive and she probably could have used the money, plus it would have given her the satisfaction of selling her wares.
In addition, we viewed many types of colorful clothing, beautiful pottery and assorted trinkets-all made by the local Mayan people. As I revisited some photographs, the people stood out as much as the ancient structures we witnessed on that overcast day. I began to recognize the faces I viewed were direct ancestors of the people who created these magnificent and sophisticated complexes. Along with their keen astronomical abilities, their advanced farming techniques, along with the death rituals made to their Gods, this civilization almost vanished. However, the Mayan people and their culture still exist, but without those gruesome rituals!
From the old to the young, a story lies within each person’s heart and is displayed upon their face. What will these children’s stories be like as they grow old? Only God truly knows. Have you ever thought about your own story? If you are reading this and don’t like it, there is still time to change course and alter your story so it has a better ending. I wish you well.