This Sunday morning I'm leaning against a man-made granite wall overlooking the massive rolling Hudson River. Across the river rests anisland, patriotically called Constitution Island.
It should be called "Jesus Loves Me" Island.
Why? It seems odd that I should write such a thing.
I can almost hear some of you who regularly visit this blog saying to yourself "there he goes again with the sloppy Jesus paint job being splashed across everything". Ha, you just might be right on many of my posts.
But not today.
On Constitution Island lived two sisters. Both were prolific writers. They resided in a house (pictured here) for decades, ultimately issuing into eternity from that little white clapboard home.
But not before they imprinted on the world a simple song with deeply profound lyrics. A song that lived past them - into the hearts of little boys and girls in every nation, a song sung in every tongue.
They wrote the precious children's song "Jesus Loves Me" in that residence. And touched millions upon millions of lives by doing so.
Right here. Right across from West Point.
During their time of writing, they also ministered to many cadets from many classes. In fact, these two unassuming single matrons died and were buried at the West Point Cemetery (an honor reserved only for those who attended West Point as cadets).
Jesus loved them, this I know - for the Bible tells me so.
Never think that your own small contribution to the Kingdom of God has few ripples. Who you are and what you do has profound significance - both now and in the lives of people yet unborn.