The ruling party in South Africa took a big, brave step in the right direction today with the suspension of ANC Youth League leader, Julius Malema. To me it is not so much about HIS suspension, as it is about the vocal nature of his over-emphasis on particulars in society that has been addressed.
We can address the issue of poverty and land ownership till the cows come home. It may well alleviate some of the effects, however it will not dissolve the elephant in the room that demands attention, namely Integrity of Government. The issue of poverty is one of numerous symptoms caused by the venality demonstrated by many officials appointed by government. This will not dissipate unless intentional steps are taken to improve the matter of integrity in government departments.
That said, I am quite excited for the decision from the ANC Disciplinary Committee. I believe that it is beaming hope into a nation where criticism and judgement is so easily passed, while the greater potential in the matter is overlooked completely. This becomes particularly significant in light of a Biblical perspective which is so easy to overlook. God ultimately appoints and deposes kings and governments. They all serve to accomplish His sovereign will for the earth and mankind. If this is true, then we are to trust Him for the process which He has any particular country in, especially South Africa.
In short: Ultimately it is not about who does or does not govern the country. However, it is about our willingness to see the change – albeit considered small – that God is bringing about in this beautiful nation. God could have created the earth and all in it within one day. But He chose to do it over a period of six days. To me that suggests that God is a God of order and of processes, which in turn would suggests that He also provides us with the grace and ability to remain a part of His process for South Africa.
A lot will is sure to be said about the judgement on Julius Malema today. But let us not see it as a victory or defeat for any one political faction or people group. Let us keep in mind the Greater Picture. Let us at least attempt to embrace the process which South Africa is in, for the fullness of what God intended it to be for us at this time.
10 November 2011
02 October 2011
Seeking Remission
http://www.thoughtleader.co.za/readerblog/2011/09/01/does-south-africa-need-julius-malema
The abovementioned blog post has the potential to elicit intense emotions in South Africans from all walks of life – whether we claim to be politically inclined or not. Below is an attempt at a non-emotive, ‘considerate of all things said’ response to one of the commentators on the blog, as well as the blog article itself:
http://michaelneumann.blogspot.com/2010/07/mandela-malema-and-reason-to-hope.html
The abovementioned blog post has the potential to elicit intense emotions in South Africans from all walks of life – whether we claim to be politically inclined or not. Below is an attempt at a non-emotive, ‘considerate of all things said’ response to one of the commentators on the blog, as well as the blog article itself:
@Matoro – It would appear that race, tribe and colour have – sadly – all BUT vamoosed from the South African mindset.
We are 17 years into a democracy that held the promise of unity, growth and equality for all – and still does. Yet when we find ourselves at loggerheads with one another, we experience a debilitating relapse of the cancer that threatened to destroy the very core of who we are as South Africans. Instead of seeking common ground – to advance, heal and improve the country as a whole – it would appear that there is an underlying sense of retribution which prevails among us. Black South Africans seek retribution for the wrongs incurred at the hands of white South Africans in the past, and white South Africans seek it for the country which they ‘lost’ to the black South Africans. White South Africans blame the government for the crime statistics that prevail in the country, Black South Africans...white South Africans...black South Africans. The list goes on. This in turn causes short sightedness, encourages our dwelling on the negative aspects, and deters us from seeing the hope and the beauty that this country and its people hold.
As for the article, Mr. Radley provides an interesting approach to consider Mr. Malema’s so-called popularity. What if he does provide a voice to discontented South Africans? What if his voice does avert the illegal, anarchic response displayed by those who were dismayed with other administrations in the past, globally?
All aspects considered however, I do not believe that a 17 year old democratic South Africa needs utterances made in arrogance and which appears to be intended for provocation or for propagating a personal vendetta. What we do need are the leaders that Radley suggest. We need leaders without any personal agendas, who have the courage to address the pressing matters in our country with boldness and with the genuine concern of all South Africans at heart – regardless of racial or political alliance.
There is however another facet which South Africans need more than any number of leaders with character, integrity and substance. And that is the element of Forgiveness. No amount of objection, protest or complaint is going to have any impact on matters unless we forgive - one another as well as those who have gone before us. At this junction I estimate that I may well be posting on the topic in the not too distant future. Until such a time however, will you take up the challenge with me and lead right there where you are...?
Lest we voyage down the “well practiced neural pathway” that leads us to deduct that South Africa has been been damaged beyond repair, let us display the courage and boldness which we so desire of our leaders, and be the first to forgive..and to HOPE. (Neumann, 21 July 2010).
http://michaelneumann.blogspot.com/2010/07/mandela-malema-and-reason-to-hope.html
08 September 2011
Love Never Fails
I have been wrestling with the use of tracts in an attempt to win people to Christ for a considerable time, more so since encountering this question at the beginning of our term two months ago. It is a matter that I have prayed about, and I had sincerely hoped that the apprehension and unease in my heart would settle. To date I have not gained peace concerning the matter however, and have subsequently taken the decision to refrain from answering the question in any of the two options provided in our student pack. In the following paragraphs I will attempt to articulate the sense in my heart concerning the matter. Please bear in mind that I voice these thoughts with a passionate concern for the lost, and that no animosity is implied or intended in any way.
The intention of salvation tracts may well be to convey the grace and love of God toward the individual, to the extent that God forgives their sins. Nevertheless intentions cannot be read from paper, neither can the love of God become a reality to a non-believer through the absence of someone to convey it to them.
I believe that we have a Biblical blueprint from which to build and implement extremely effective ways of sharing the Gospel. Practically every method of evangelism described in the Bible involves personal engagement with people. This in turn involves demonstrating God’s love to people in a practical manner.
I do hold to the belief that God can use anything to advance His heart and message to people, however His true desire in His infinite Grace is to utilise us. We are not capable of this by any means. Nonetheless I believe that He wants us to have a part in the joy of undertaking the Great Commission:
I believe that we are the best method of evangelism in our culture today - globally. When we start sharing the narrative of what God is writing in our lives, that will inspire a genuine curiosity in the individual about God. Consequently, explaining the Gospel to that individual is a simple matter of responding to their curiosity and allowing the Holy Spirit to minister to them according to where their heart may be at that particular junction.
Important to note is that this matter pertains mainly to our local situation (South Africa) and similar settings, not everywhere globally. As a friend rightfully pointed out to me tonight, tracts are particularly useful in other parts of the world for spreading the gospel where there may be no other way as a result of persecution and the like.
I agree with this, and my post is not aimed at slamming tracts altogether. Neither am I suggesting that my point of view should be considered the be all and end all of effective evangelism. What I am emphasising is a consideration of the seemingly lacking element of personal connection with people and allowing them to see Christ at work in our lives. It is so easy for us to say amazing things about Christ as opposed to living it out for people to see.
We’re all human. Let’s work at this together. The challenge that I am putting out – to myself perhaps more so – is giving people a simple, two-word experience: Tangible Christianity. Everyday. Every way.
Firstly, it is my conviction at this juncture that salvation tracts do not serve to minister the gospel to people in a Christ-like manner. Most tracts (over) emphasize the sinful nature of the individual. It is a negative focus through which they are being convinced that they are first fallen and a displeasure to God, then only that Jesus is the only way to salvation and life eternal.
Secondly, one needs to consider the relevance of tracts in a day and age where a substantial portion of our lives are lived and managed electronically. Relating to this would be the amount of information that people already take delivery of daily by means of numerous forms of electronic and printed media. A tract handed to an individual may well be considered simply one more piece of paper to an individual who might already be inundated by paperwork and information.
The intention of salvation tracts may well be to convey the grace and love of God toward the individual, to the extent that God forgives their sins. Nevertheless intentions cannot be read from paper, neither can the love of God become a reality to a non-believer through the absence of someone to convey it to them.
I believe that we have a Biblical blueprint from which to build and implement extremely effective ways of sharing the Gospel. Practically every method of evangelism described in the Bible involves personal engagement with people. This in turn involves demonstrating God’s love to people in a practical manner.
I do hold to the belief that God can use anything to advance His heart and message to people, however His true desire in His infinite Grace is to utilise us. We are not capable of this by any means. Nonetheless I believe that He wants us to have a part in the joy of undertaking the Great Commission:
“18 Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” – Matthew 28:18-20 (NIV)
I believe that we are the best method of evangelism in our culture today - globally. When we start sharing the narrative of what God is writing in our lives, that will inspire a genuine curiosity in the individual about God. Consequently, explaining the Gospel to that individual is a simple matter of responding to their curiosity and allowing the Holy Spirit to minister to them according to where their heart may be at that particular junction.
Important to note is that this matter pertains mainly to our local situation (South Africa) and similar settings, not everywhere globally. As a friend rightfully pointed out to me tonight, tracts are particularly useful in other parts of the world for spreading the gospel where there may be no other way as a result of persecution and the like.
I agree with this, and my post is not aimed at slamming tracts altogether. Neither am I suggesting that my point of view should be considered the be all and end all of effective evangelism. What I am emphasising is a consideration of the seemingly lacking element of personal connection with people and allowing them to see Christ at work in our lives. It is so easy for us to say amazing things about Christ as opposed to living it out for people to see.
We’re all human. Let’s work at this together. The challenge that I am putting out – to myself perhaps more so – is giving people a simple, two-word experience: Tangible Christianity. Everyday. Every way.
17 August 2011
Sometimes
Sometimes I really wish that I could be mad at You
Just remain upset at people
Coz it seems so much easier to do than the contrary.
Sometimes I don’t feel like being the one who’s always considerate
Loving people
Keeping the peace at any cost
And sometimes I really want to just mope around.
Sometimes I feel like standing out in the open
And belting out at the top of my lungs:
I listen to the drumbeat and electric guitar justifying my anger and frustration
At mankind and me
You meet me in that place, as You so often do...
I want to rip to shreds this royal robe You clothed me with
Sometimes it simply feels too heavy to wear
I remain resistant to You and say, “Gosh darn it!
I can’t even enjoy music in peace!”
I melt away as Your simple truth permeates
My momentary, counterfeit apathy to Your love and grace
Gives way and
I acknowledge my selfish pride
As my heart consents...
Sometimes I really wish I could be less serious and trust You more.
Just remain upset at people
Coz it seems so much easier to do than the contrary.
Sometimes I don’t feel like being the one who’s always considerate
Loving people
Keeping the peace at any cost
And sometimes I really want to just mope around.
Sometimes I feel like standing out in the open
And belting out at the top of my lungs:
“How could You save a people so broken, lost and fallen?!?
How do You keep loving us?!?
Why would You call me at all into the fray?!?
I’m a spiritual cripple
Emotionally fragile
Peccable...
Rather than letting me feel the wrenching pain by and for others
Jerk my heart out of my chest.
Rather than exposing my eyes to the need and hurt out there
Gauge out my eyes .
Cut off my ears.
Incarcerate me for I can’t turn people’s hearts to you or
Alleviate their hurt or
Repeal their ill-willed decisions...”
I listen to the drumbeat and electric guitar justifying my anger and frustration
At mankind and me
You meet me in that place, as You so often do...
"King or cripple what have I become?
Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man"
I want to rip to shreds this royal robe You clothed me with
Sometimes it simply feels too heavy to wear
"I love to hold the hand of one who healed the blind
And saw the leper run into your arms of love
King or cripple, they were the same to you
You took the broken man and you treat him like a king”
I remain resistant to You and say, “Gosh darn it!
I can’t even enjoy music in peace!”
I melt away as Your simple truth permeates
My momentary, counterfeit apathy to Your love and grace
Gives way and
I acknowledge my selfish pride
As my heart consents...
“Oh your hands of kindness are here for me
And I have heard they are silken and can carry me
How I love you
All I am is you
King of love I bow
Oh your hands of mercy were scarred for me
And your body was broken so that I go free
Oh your love that burns me, deeper than the sea
And the treasure I find here, the saviour's love for me”
Sometimes I really wish I could be less serious and trust You more.
14 August 2011
The Long Answer
"(To the question, 'how are you?)
I'm good thanks. Growing. Confronting. Hurting. Healing. Feeling... Yes, for the first time in ages - REALLY feeling, and allowing my heart to feel. Letting go of the so-called control which I thought I had. Letting go of you and the control I thought you had to have.
Peeking over the walls to see what's on the outside. It looks amazing! It's scary to feel again, scary to let you see me feel. Scary to stay standing, and to not run and or hide...behind a joke, a comment, excuses, an encased heart.
Reaching out is hard to do. As is expressing all this. The muscles need a bit more excercise. The vocab needs some refreshing. But they'll come around soon enough. It's not under my control any longer.
I'm good thanks. Dealing... With the consequences of a lifetime of (good and not so good) choices. But walking in the grace to deal with it and grow through it.
Realising more and more that He is God, and I'm not. If I may paraphrase Louie:
I am not (always ok) but I know the I Am.
Thanks for asking. How are you?"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I wrote this post more than a year ago, and posted it to my notes on Facebook. At the time I felt that I was perhaps one of not too many people who felt this way, when asked the simple question of "how are you" upon being greeted. To me, simply saying “I’m fine” or “I’m good thanks, how are you?” didn’t feel adequate or honest enough. Yet, at the same time I had hoped that it would give a voice of sorts to others who might not quite be there yet...at that place of verbalising what it is they would like to say, but are to scared / ashamed / embarrassed to say it. As I have already mentioned, it is already more than a year down the line. And do I ever realise how a lot more people are saying all of the above – and then some – when replying with a simple “I’m fine” or “I’m good thanks, how are you?”...
More often than not, I realise what it is that people are saying when they’re not saying anything else but ‘fine’ or ‘good’. The challenge (or disaster in fact) that I’ve been confronted with in recent days is that I have taken little or no action when faced with these realisations – be it in a physical action, or simply saying a prayer for the person. Given, I probably do pray for those individuals more than I realise or am aware of in that moment – either in the Spirit or in humanly recognizable lingo. But is that ever enough?
Lee Ezell has a teaching called “The Cinderella Syndrome”. In a nutshell, she expounds on the fact that we are responsible TO people but not FOR people. In other words, we are in not responsible for the decisions (good or bad) that other people take, but we can encourage them and walk alongside them in the event of a wrong turn or dealing with the repercussions of decisions made as a result of clouded judgement. Never before has that teaching rung so true to me as now.
In the past couple of days I have been confronted with the heartbreaking reality that becomes clear when a friend is included in those that have made the latter mentioned decisions. Somewhere in my heart I am faced with the possibility that I did not fight for that friend as much as I could have. Being a fulltime student...working part-time...busy schedule...my own tiredness being the main consideration when deciding whether or not I will schedule a heart-to-heart with a friend... As a friend, a spiritual sister and her small group leader I feel that I could have fought for her more...that I should have fought for her more, albeit only in the Spirit?
All possibilities considered, we might not make a noticeable difference in decisions that they are about to make or the repercussions thereof – good or bad. In principle, we should be certain that our responsibility has been met – in any which way – at that point where our lives intersect with the lives of others...that we have said, prayed and done what we should have. And that the Nett result of it all will serve to glorify God.
I remain perplexed however at the sense of helplessness that ensues in the aftermath of incidents in people’s lives like that which has transpired over the last couple of days in the life of my friend. Perhaps it is another topic entirely at play here – our desire to be in control of everything in life, or the sincere questioning of whether we have done all that we could to avoid them taking that turn? I presently settle my heart and mind in the fact that God is God and I am not. He is the Author and finisher of our faith, and our very being. He can and will use anything in our lives and turn it into a testimony of His majesty and glory if we let Him.
So, how are you?
I'm good thanks. Growing. Confronting. Hurting. Healing. Feeling... Yes, for the first time in ages - REALLY feeling, and allowing my heart to feel. Letting go of the so-called control which I thought I had. Letting go of you and the control I thought you had to have.
Peeking over the walls to see what's on the outside. It looks amazing! It's scary to feel again, scary to let you see me feel. Scary to stay standing, and to not run and or hide...behind a joke, a comment, excuses, an encased heart.
Reaching out is hard to do. As is expressing all this. The muscles need a bit more excercise. The vocab needs some refreshing. But they'll come around soon enough. It's not under my control any longer.
I'm good thanks. Dealing... With the consequences of a lifetime of (good and not so good) choices. But walking in the grace to deal with it and grow through it.
Realising more and more that He is God, and I'm not. If I may paraphrase Louie:
I am not (always ok) but I know the I Am.
Thanks for asking. How are you?"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I wrote this post more than a year ago, and posted it to my notes on Facebook. At the time I felt that I was perhaps one of not too many people who felt this way, when asked the simple question of "how are you" upon being greeted. To me, simply saying “I’m fine” or “I’m good thanks, how are you?” didn’t feel adequate or honest enough. Yet, at the same time I had hoped that it would give a voice of sorts to others who might not quite be there yet...at that place of verbalising what it is they would like to say, but are to scared / ashamed / embarrassed to say it. As I have already mentioned, it is already more than a year down the line. And do I ever realise how a lot more people are saying all of the above – and then some – when replying with a simple “I’m fine” or “I’m good thanks, how are you?”...
More often than not, I realise what it is that people are saying when they’re not saying anything else but ‘fine’ or ‘good’. The challenge (or disaster in fact) that I’ve been confronted with in recent days is that I have taken little or no action when faced with these realisations – be it in a physical action, or simply saying a prayer for the person. Given, I probably do pray for those individuals more than I realise or am aware of in that moment – either in the Spirit or in humanly recognizable lingo. But is that ever enough?
Lee Ezell has a teaching called “The Cinderella Syndrome”. In a nutshell, she expounds on the fact that we are responsible TO people but not FOR people. In other words, we are in not responsible for the decisions (good or bad) that other people take, but we can encourage them and walk alongside them in the event of a wrong turn or dealing with the repercussions of decisions made as a result of clouded judgement. Never before has that teaching rung so true to me as now.
In the past couple of days I have been confronted with the heartbreaking reality that becomes clear when a friend is included in those that have made the latter mentioned decisions. Somewhere in my heart I am faced with the possibility that I did not fight for that friend as much as I could have. Being a fulltime student...working part-time...busy schedule...my own tiredness being the main consideration when deciding whether or not I will schedule a heart-to-heart with a friend... As a friend, a spiritual sister and her small group leader I feel that I could have fought for her more...that I should have fought for her more, albeit only in the Spirit?
All possibilities considered, we might not make a noticeable difference in decisions that they are about to make or the repercussions thereof – good or bad. In principle, we should be certain that our responsibility has been met – in any which way – at that point where our lives intersect with the lives of others...that we have said, prayed and done what we should have. And that the Nett result of it all will serve to glorify God.
I remain perplexed however at the sense of helplessness that ensues in the aftermath of incidents in people’s lives like that which has transpired over the last couple of days in the life of my friend. Perhaps it is another topic entirely at play here – our desire to be in control of everything in life, or the sincere questioning of whether we have done all that we could to avoid them taking that turn? I presently settle my heart and mind in the fact that God is God and I am not. He is the Author and finisher of our faith, and our very being. He can and will use anything in our lives and turn it into a testimony of His majesty and glory if we let Him.
So, how are you?
"C.S. Lewis song" - Brooke Fraser
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
15 April 2011
REAL-ationship
Where to even start. Broken. Fallen. That’s basically what our understanding of God comes down to. In every aspect. His nature. His will. His heart. Dare I say that in the arena of inter-personal relationships we lack more than in most other arena’s. Not even to mention the apparent minefield which is inter-gender relationships.
Following recent discussions with compatriots in this journey, I have been pondering the source – the central cause – of the confusion, misunderstanding and complication that is caused by so much of what is taught in church and the like.
One cause I believe is inflicting damage, is the assumption that teachings should be taken and applied in exactly the same way by each and every person sitting under it. What does that say about the One that created the universe...? He’s creative, not monotonous and boring. Teachings are also not to be the primary source for our spiritual growth and our walk with God. Simply because...yes, people get it wrong sometimes...yes, people sometimes add their own opinion. We’re all h-u-m-a-n...peccable... fallible...weak. One of my favourite authors, Francis Chan, explains it this way(paraphrased) - We cannot assume that any or all teachings (about living the Christian life) are incorrect, but merely incomplete. (from his book Crazy Love, paraphrased). We are called to be followers of Christ, not followers of our favourite preachers or teachers.
I believe that a pivotal part of the puzzle is our (lack of) understanding and grasp of the character of God. Until we understand the Love of this God that made us, knows us and relentlessly pursues us, all the principles in the world and the teaching on them will somewhere along the line be digested as more rules that just another person is trying to get us to live by... So how do we gain this understanding that is spoken of?
There is but one way. Relationship. A real, open, uninhibited, un-edited relationship with the Creator of the Universe... He gets us better than we get ourselves. When an appliance does not work and the directions don’t bring you anywhere, who better to turn to than the manufacturer.
I’m walking this journey myself, and I too hope to gain some insight on this matter myself. Subsequently I would like to not teach anyone what I have learnt, potentially positioning them in my frame of reference. Subsequently I would however love to share what it is that I am learning, and in the process I hope to point people to the only One that can provide better insight and understanding of His love for them...as well as His love for the people around them...uniquely and individually as they are.
After all, the toaster’s manual will help you nothing in trying to fix the television...
Following recent discussions with compatriots in this journey, I have been pondering the source – the central cause – of the confusion, misunderstanding and complication that is caused by so much of what is taught in church and the like.
One cause I believe is inflicting damage, is the assumption that teachings should be taken and applied in exactly the same way by each and every person sitting under it. What does that say about the One that created the universe...? He’s creative, not monotonous and boring. Teachings are also not to be the primary source for our spiritual growth and our walk with God. Simply because...yes, people get it wrong sometimes...yes, people sometimes add their own opinion. We’re all h-u-m-a-n...peccable... fallible...weak. One of my favourite authors, Francis Chan, explains it this way(paraphrased) - We cannot assume that any or all teachings (about living the Christian life) are incorrect, but merely incomplete. (from his book Crazy Love, paraphrased). We are called to be followers of Christ, not followers of our favourite preachers or teachers.
I believe that a pivotal part of the puzzle is our (lack of) understanding and grasp of the character of God. Until we understand the Love of this God that made us, knows us and relentlessly pursues us, all the principles in the world and the teaching on them will somewhere along the line be digested as more rules that just another person is trying to get us to live by... So how do we gain this understanding that is spoken of?
There is but one way. Relationship. A real, open, uninhibited, un-edited relationship with the Creator of the Universe... He gets us better than we get ourselves. When an appliance does not work and the directions don’t bring you anywhere, who better to turn to than the manufacturer.
I’m walking this journey myself, and I too hope to gain some insight on this matter myself. Subsequently I would like to not teach anyone what I have learnt, potentially positioning them in my frame of reference. Subsequently I would however love to share what it is that I am learning, and in the process I hope to point people to the only One that can provide better insight and understanding of His love for them...as well as His love for the people around them...uniquely and individually as they are.
After all, the toaster’s manual will help you nothing in trying to fix the television...
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