Glue, Precious Glue

Most of the time, I use glue for crafts, repairing broken china, or

working with wood. I seldom think of glue in medical terms.

Years ago, when my wonderful grandson Chris was just two, he

managed to catch his tiny baby finger in the screen door. The door

severed the tip of his finger down to the first knuckle. The doctor told

his parents to bring the piece of finger along with Chris to the hospital,

where he glued it back on. Over time, that piece reattached completely,

and his finger still works perfectly today. More recently, when my sister

Gayle got new knees, the surgeon glued her incisions closed instead of

using stitches.

Last week, I had back surgery. The neurosurgeon cleared space in

my spinal column so my nerves were no longer pinched. One nerve was

so badly compressed that it required repair, so Dr. Levy glued a patch

over it. Now, I can literally say I am glued together!

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if scientists could develop a glue to

repair human relationships and bring peace to our world?

As I thought about this, I realized we already have that glue—if

only we had the wisdom and courage to use it. At creation, we as human

beings were given the capacity to be compassionate, accepting, and

caring - the ability to love. To love is God’s precious gift, given to every

single one of us.

My dream is that soon, every person in the world will choose to

love others and love themselves. Violence, abuse, war, and greed will

become relics of the past, and we will all learn to use the gift of love to

bond us together.

Today, on Remembrance Day, I am reminded of the words to Ed

McCurdy’s wonderful song of peace:

Last Night I Dreamed the Strangest Dream.

Last night I had the strangest dream

I ever dreamed before

I dreamed the world had all agreedTo put an end to war

I dreamed I saw a mighty room

The room was filled with men

And the paper they were signing said

They'd never fight again

And when the papers were all signed

And a million copies made

They all joined hands and bowed their heads

And grateful prayers were prayed.

And the people in the streets below

Were dancing round and round,

While swords and guns and uniforms

Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream

I ever dreamed before

I dreamed the world had all agreed

To put an end to war.

WE CAN DO IT. WE HAVE THE “GLUE”.

MAY GOD GIVE US THE COURAGE TO USE IT.