Let love be genuine. That’s a tough one. How do we show genuine love for one another?
My mother didn’t have electricity until sometime after my parents married — neither in the home she grew up in nor the first house my parents had. Once she had electricity, for the rest of her life she always had a night light in her room.
As the lump of clay spins on the wheel, it responds immediately to the slightest movements of the hands of the potter. It is fascinating to watch.