Blog 1415 – 08.05.2019
A Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Our bodies are over 90 percent water and we are therefore always connected, drawn to water, to live near it, be on it, in it, and have it in us. As a young man I sang:
“There is peace like a river in my soul.”
But many of us have not always heard nor answered the river’s call to peace.
One of the most heartbreaking things to me is when brothers and sisters wage war with one another. And that is what the bloodiest and as well the bloodless silent cold wars are all about – brothers and sisters refusing to get along. Rodney King is quoted as once having said between beat downs, “Can’t we just get along?” It seems not, Rodney, but I am with you, my brother. I think we could if we tried.
I share again a favorite story of two brothers who fell out with one other so badly that when their parents died leaving them equal shares of the family farm that they each took their part on opposite sides of a wide river that divided the property and them so that they would never have to share the same space or each other’s company ever again.
Years later the older brother had an expert builder build him a large new barn and was so pleased with its construction that he offered the builder another even larger, longer project, cost being no object, he was willing to pay anything to get this job done. He hated the idea of having to see even so seldom his brother on the other side of the wide river. So he wanted a wall, high and tight, constructed on his side of the river all along it to forever block out the view of his hated brother.
After many months, many invoices, and many deliveries of lumber the builder came to the older brother and said the project was complete. As the brother came to see the project. In his horror and surprise what he saw was not a wall but a magnificent covered bridge across the wide river. He yelled at the builder, “What have you done?” Well, the builder said, “I thought what you needed far more than a wall was a bridge to your brother.” As the older brother looked up he saw his younger coming across the bridge crying, and thanking him for building the bridge to close the gap between them. They both wept and hugged each other in the middle of the bridge. The builder smiled, his job was done. Now a peaceful river flowed between the brothers, beneath a bridge that forever bound them together as brothers are meant to be.
Your friend and fellow traveler,