Touchdown
While
standing at the airport, waiting to board an airplane, I overheard one lady
saying to another, “Let’s stay in touch.”
While
shooting pool, it was evident that a fine touch was needed to sink the ball and
leave me a good shot for my next move on the table.
While
riding a horse, a gentle touch on the reins will let your horse know which way
to turn.
When
curing a hangover, a “touch of the dog” may make you feel better.
The
touch of a lover’s lips on yours is a treasure for both of you.
In
basketball, when making a “lay-up” shot, the ball will touch the backboard.
Landing
an airplane on a dark night, on a short runway, in a foreign country will
activate every touch sense in your body: fingers, hands, feet, and even your
bottom!
If you
are lucky, touch the ground and smile as you roll to a safe stop. Touch is
truly a pilot’s friend.
Your
eyes have a major touch. You look across the room; your eyes touch. If you’re
lucky, you get to touch her with the next dance.
Touch is
not silent. We touch each other with a phone call. We touch each other with a
smile. We touch each other when we smile. We touch each other when we wave. We
touch each other when we cry together, laugh together, hug together, or walk
hand-in-hand—the perfect touch.
When we
are lonely, all alone, and lonely, it is time to remember God is available NOW.
He will never put you on hold. His touch is sure, and we need to remember that
he loves us.
The
touch of a baby’s hand is a powerful thing. The little hand wrapped around one
finger gives you a moment you will never out-live.
There
are words that touch us: Goodbye. Why? Maybe. When? It helps if we remember
that I have been touched before and I’m still here. So when you touch me, with
words, feeling fingers, looks or anger…the only thing I want to be touched by
is to know we are friends.
Roger
Wilson 8-14-14
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