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Person… C.S. Lewis’ profound words on people from Weight of Glory came to mind when I started pondering the word person.

There are no ordinary people.
You have never talked to a mere mortal.
Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.
But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.
This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn.
We must play.
But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously—no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.
And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner—no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.
Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.

I had the pleasure of spending the day with Kindergarteners who seem to still understand the glory of the world and of others. We found a wooly bear and all these little people gathered around in amazement making all sorts of insights and sharing their souls about this amazing little creature. I was reminded today to pay attention better to the fun and the depth of each person I meet at they were each made in the image of God, and have something eternal to teach me.


* I am joining Five Minute Fridays in a 31 day Writing Challenge. Each day I will be writing on a different word prompt for at least 5 minutes for the month of October.

**Check out 2018’s 31 Day Writing Challenge



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