Stories of Reflection

Katamanthano

Katamanthano is a Greek word, which Jesus used when pointing to a nearby field, saying, “KATAMANTHANO the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, and yet I tell you Solomon in all of his glory was not arrayed like one of these” (Matt. 6:28-29). Katamanthano is usually given the English translation of consider. However its literal translation is “to observe well, notice carefully, learn thoroughly, CONSIDER.”

The reflections below, written by Rev. Wendell Mettey, are about this world and how, through it, God reveals Himself to us. These reflections do as the Great Teacher did: pause along the roadside of Life to “Katamanthano... consider the lilies of the field.” And in doing so, we discover a message from God for our daily living. 

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STORIES OF REFLECTION
These Stories of Reflection are a collection of writings by Rev. Wendell E. Mettey, composed throughout many past years. Stories are copyright protected. All rights reserved.

1/22/15 - Cuddlers
They are called “Cuddlers.” Their job: “to hold closely and lovingly in ones arms or lap.”Whom do they cuddle? The newborn babies, especially the premature babies, in hospital nurseries. They do for the babies what the nurses do not have time to do. They volunteer to come into the nurseries and simply hold or cuddle the babies. Why? Because it has been medically documented that cuddling has tremendous therapeutic value...
 
Soon the gun would sound and the Fighting Hunger race would begin. We were asked to join in and sing the National Anthem. Situated close to the starting line, I could see things were not going as planned. The sound technicians were frantically trying to resolve the problem with the public address system. Simply put, the carefully arranged speakers were going off and on. The soloist was trying her best to adapt to the situation, but to no avail...
1/8/15 - A Calm and Deep River
Our boat left the choppy, troubled waters of the lake and entered the smooth, calm waters of the river. As we rode along, the quiet water parted before us, our wake rolled towards the peaceful shore behind us. I considered these two bodies of water...
 
1/1/15 - Turning Our Joy Into Sorrow
One day, our little boy found his mother in a somewhat pensive mood. Sensing this he asked, “Mommy, what’s the matter?” “Oh nothing,” she replied, forcing a smile, “Just a little blue!” “Oh,” he said as he patted her on the cheek and began dancing silly on the floor “Me make you purple”...
 
12/25/14 - He's Still Calling Us
I first arrived in Nicaragua during the 1990 elections. While the politicians were out making campaign promises, there was still fierce fighting taking place up north. Soldiers were everywhere; mostly boys in oversized uniforms, all with big guns. The Sandinista and Contra war had reached a stalemate. Giving in to international pressure, they agreed to this election...

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