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Kiss the Sun

My first major task today at 11AM on January 13, 2021 finds me dropping my bride off for a pedicure appointment. Rather than pick her up later, I decided to wait for her. I spot a parking lane among the many that are available. It is approaching mid-January and a bit of sunlight is my chosen friend this early winter. It's a sunny day about 55 degrees as I start to read and finish a chapter from the book of Jeremiah. I grab another book to read and get sleepy at the beginning of the very first chapter, not finishing it. I succumb to reclining for a nap instead and before long, I begin to appreciate the soothing warmth as I am tucked in graciously by the sun's shinning upon my head. The sun begins to speak to me in gentle and tender tones of love. She says to me, ''Your Lord and mind picked this spot and space for you, orchestrating the life of the two of us. I, 93mm away, cast a light of tenderness, a tone of quiet and solace for you, and I am enriched to be of service to you.'' The sun is so very far, but yet at this moment in a very special way, I feel so close to her. With that sense of bonding, I looked toward the sun and threw her a kiss of gratitude. I then reclined again to capture and absorb her loving nourishment. Scientists say that the radiant energy of the sun is heating up the planet and changing the climate as a result of mankind's lack of care and overuse of earth's resources. These things I hear and read about but know not for certain how such prospects will play out. However, I know and believe, because the Bible tells me so, that the sun, just like today, is ordered by The Lord to rise and set for the good of all mankind, including you and me. So, would you join me in Kissing The Sun? 013121FBPSPH Curtis Johnson Sunday, January 31, 2021

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