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.

9/11/14 - Oh God, So Great is Thy Power
A house, once a home where people lived. A front porch, where people sat and visited with neighbors. A yard, where children played and trees and bushes were planted. Empty and abandoned, set afire by the city to make room for a new post office, it was now a raging inferno...
 
9/5/14 - Blind Crayfish
Our guide stopped and shined his light onto one of the ponds in the cave. There, jetting through the water were some strange creatures. We all huddled around the pond to get a better look...
 
8/28/14 - A Still, Small Voice
While making my way though the narrow downtown streets of Pittsburgh, I saw on a nearby street corner a crowd of people waiting to cross. Approaching the corner was a man being led by his seeing-eye dog. The dog was ever so skillful in weaving his master in and out of the busy sidewalk traffic...
 
8/21/14 - A Sandbox or Weedbox?
It was once the center of much activity, a meeting place for the neighborhood children. Sometimes they would gather to play in it, building houses, forts and roads for their cars and trucks. Other times they would just sit around it, sifting its contents through their hands or tossing a handful of it into someone’s hair...
 
8/14/14 - A Fish Story“There it is,” yelled a boy perched high upon the pier. An exhausting struggle by the fisherman and his fish was coming to an end. The fish surfaced and for the first time we all got a glimpse of it. It was not a prize winning marlin, but a giant manta ray...

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