Pharisees were watching to see if He would cure man on the Sabbath, He read their thought.
He said to the man with a withered leg, Stand Up.
Rules are made for man not man made for rules, or free will is put to naught.
We should lap this cup of freedom up.

Last night I dreamt I lost my granddaughter in a crowd.
How distraught I was, how joyous when she reappeared to see her much loved impish face.
I realised then, position, money, reputation, long life are not important, love sing aloud.
Enjoy the slow pace, forget the race.

Don’t worry about what the others say about you.
Love everyone as you love your fiends and family.
You are great too.
You can get on just as you are quite happily.

Forget the Pharisees.
Praise the individualities.