real jobs

        What if you thought that loving people –- seeing them as they were meant to be -- was your real job today? Every deal and meeting and errand and project would be an adventure instead of a chore. And who knows -- maybe some of the folks around you would notice and decide to get real jobs, too.

“Every young man or boy that met her became her son – even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door.  Every girl that met her was her daughter.”

“Isn’t that a bit hard on their own parents?”

“No.  There are those that steal other people’s children.  But her motherhood was of a different kind.  Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more.  Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers.  But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.” C. S. Lewis