King in your midst

There is nothing so kingly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.

Alice Cary (1820-1871)
American Poet

23-24″Because a loveless world,” said Jesus, “is a sightless world. If anyone loves me, he will carefully keep my word and my Father will love him—we’ll move right into the neighborhood! Not loving me means not keeping my words. The message you are hearing isn’t mine. It’s the message of the Father who sent me.

John 14:23

I had to look it up. I just had to. I knew that there was more. I had thought to add a story about an imaginary king who took residence with a commoner, and the commoner was unaware. But we have no need of a story of an imaginary king. Jesus walked the earth in truth, in light, in reality. His smallest gestures were thought kind by many, and by some, he was thought to be insulting because of their puffed up visions of themselves. Alice Cary wrote “Nobility”, from which this quote was extracted. And the stanza from which I quote tells the whole story. We cannot do one thing and get back the opposite. We receive as we give. It is so easy to lose sight of
who we are and why we are here.

Today, as you listen to political conversation, as you work among your colleagues, as you reach out to those around you, keep in mind that there is a King in the workplace. While most people are unaware of him, you are living and moving and having your being within him!

Because of Him,


Alice Cary

True worth is in being, not seeming,—
In doing, each day that goes by,
Some little good—not in dreaming
Of great things to do by and by.
For whatever men say in their blindness,
And spite of the fancies of youth,
There’s nothing so kingly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.
We get back our mete as we measure—
We cannot do wrong and feel right,
Nor can we give pain and gain pleasure,
For justice avenges each slight.
The air for the wing of the sparrow,
The bush for the robin and wren,
But always the path that is narrow
And straight, for the children of men.

‘Tis not in the pages of story
The heart of its ills to beguile,
Though he who makes courtship to glory
Gives all that he hath for her smile.
For when from her heights he has won her,
Alas! it is only to prove
That nothing’s so sacred as honor,
And nothing so loyal as love!
We cannot make bargains for blisses,
Nor catch them like fishes in nets;
And sometimes the thing our life misses
Helps more than the thing which it gets.
For good lieth not in pursuing,
Nor gaining of great nor of small,
But just in the doing, and doing
As we would be done by, is all.

Through envy, through malice, through hating,
Against the world, ,early and late.
No jot of our courage abating
Our part is to work and to wait
And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth.
For he who is honest is noble
Whatever his fortunes or birth.


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