Baby Brother

Just thought of my little brother again today...  Don't have much recollection of him except for a photo of me shirtless and grinning at the camera with him in the background... and another of me biting his foot...

I wonder what Pa and Mummy went through it and how they grieved over the loss... I wonder how long it took them to heal... I wonder how those around them reacted and/or supported them...

I wonder how things would be different if he were still around... I wonder what he would have been like and what we would be doing together, or not... Would he be taller than me? Fatter? Sportier? Nerdier? Goody two shoes or crazy? I guess I'll never know... I guess he'll always be my baby brother since he never had a chance to grow up... :|

Judge Dread

How easy it is for us to have strong opinions about people and things. How often we immediately voice our 'holier than thou' positions without even stopping to check other sides of a story or if what we heard was the truth. How dangerous it is for us to judge and form opinions on people and matters. 

Sometimes we may have very strong ideals about a certain issue without ever having experienced it or talked sincerely with people who have gone through such situations.

O may we not judge but seek to know and understand, and care in sincere love.