Bridge of Love

Some of the most recognizable structures in the world are bridges. They connect islands to mainlands; they span rivers, streams, and vast caverns. Bridges, whether new or old, come in all kinds of configurations: a log thrown over a brook, a maze of vines spanning the forest floor, a footpath of rocks, a landmark on a country road, an ancient succession of arches, or an architectural wonder that is as much a work of art as a useful road from here to there. 

There are bridges in our lives as well. They are not shaped of steel, rock, or timber, nor are they always prominent or even visible. Bridges in our lives are often quiet acts that make connections and help us cross over obstacles in our paths. 

The story is told of a man who arranged for Korean children to come to his community for needed heart surgery. He spoke no Korean, so when the first little girl arrived, he used hand signs and drew pictures to help the frightened six-year-old feel comfortable. When the nurses came to take her to the operating room, tears filled her eyes, but she lifted her arms up to her new friend, as if to request that he take her wherever it was she was going. He did just that—carrying her down the long hall, her arms wrapped tightly around him and the orderly pushing an empty stretcher behind them. There were many differences between them—culture, language, race, and age—but in those few precious moments, love bridged them all.

What a lesson for us. There are bridges that connect us one to another, just as there are cables and concrete that reach across otherwise impassable chasms. We connect with kindness and trust, with generosity and sheer goodness, with concern for others. 

This kind of bridge is built on the firm foundation of love.

Lloyd D. Newell