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Sunday Scripture – Kiss

 

 

The Kiss of Peace 1869 albumen print 36.0 x 27...
The Kiss of Peace 1869 albumen print 36.0 x 27.8 cm. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Love and faithfulness meet together;
righteousness and peace kiss each other.

Psalm 85:10

Love.

It’s been on our minds a lot, lately. And of course we think of the kissy kind of love first.

But what else can love be?

And what else can a kiss be?

Moms kiss away booboos because of love. Some people die because of love. Others kiss because of treachery.

Love and kisses don’t always go hand in hand.

Seldom, though, do we think of anything other than people kissing. I mean, dogs actually lick. Perhaps the sun kisses a peach or a wave kisses the shore, but that’s about it.

In the verse above, righteousness and peace are treated as animate things that can kiss

We call kissing a sign of love or the glue of marriage. If we mortals grasp anything at all, maybe these ideas are right.

And maybe peace is so interconnected with righteousness that the two are one, as in marriage.

It sure is true that when we know we’ve done wrong we lack peace and when we know we’ve done the right thing we feel peace return.

Maybe it is a kiss of peace.

So, love the ones you ought to love.

Remain faithful at it.

It’s the right thing to do.

And you will know the kiss of peace.

 

Posted in Brothers, Pre-schoolers, Womanhood

Saturday Sayings — Kiss

Baby feet

A baby’s feet, like sea-shells pink,

Might tempt, should heaven see meet,

An angel’s lips to kiss, we think,

A baby’s feet.

A. C. Swinburne, Etude Realiste

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We had a child who was very fond of Baby’s feet.

Once Baby was all bathed and dressed for bed, a secret and almost sacred ritual would begin.

First he would shyly ease his way into the dim-lit nursery and stand a bit away from the rocker where Baby rested in my arms. Then he would ask if Baby had bathed and if Baby’s feet were all clean.

Once assured, he then would ask if he might kiss Baby’s feet.

It always awed me, the tenderness this one had for Baby and for Baby’s feet.

And those were the nights that I learned all the baby expert books in the world that predict jealousy in the displaced sibling meant nothing to me.

Absolutely nothing.

And I never consulted them again.