What will I do today, in this world of quickened pulse and pace, if a friend slows his pace for a time to talk? Will I slow my pace to enjoy the gift of him, or will I look over his shoulder at all the hills I haven’t hoed?
“When a friend calls to me from the road / And slows his horse to a meaning walk, / I don’t stand still and look around / On all the hills I haven’t hoed, / And shout from where I am, “What is it?” / No, not as there is a time to talk. / I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, / Blade-end up and five feet tall, / And plod: I go up to the stone wall/ For a friendly visit.” Robert Frost
“He who receives the person I send receives Me.” John 13:20