I’m reminded of the Beijing Olympics opening ceremonies in which those of us who hold to the western ideal of individuality were shown the inescapable reality of our inter-connectedness and the power of the collective.
I suppose this detachment towards people is similar to my feelings towards the individual cells of my body. Each is important but I certainly don’t prize one above the other—they are all dear to me but I don’t notice the intricacies of each one… nor could I.
According to the bible God, on the other hand, knows the number of hairs on my head. God knows my rising and my falling, when I sit and when I stand, God’s eye is on the sparrow…
Jesus Christ instructed that the one who loses life will find it. It is wise to care for those around me but rather than in a grasping, clinging, controlling manner, instead with open arms to embrace and release; open hands to give and relinquish; an open heart to love and let go.