As I strolled through Bird-in-Hand last Wednesday, I was impressed by the Amish way of life. These people have literally separated themselves from all worldly influences, and continue to dedicate everything to their families, and their religion. They live simply; archaically by today's standards. However, the sky was wide, the fields were lush, and I sensed a different kind of happiness in the offing.
I was shocked as cars and heavy trucks whizzed through the quiet town road, completely disrupting the serenity. It was as though these vehicles typified much of the modern world: rushed, loud, and rude.
Although I don't think I'll ever cut off my electricity or ask my parents for a horse and buggy, I came away with a greater appreciation for the unembellished moments. In my own way, I can dedicate myself to family and religion. And I, too, can gain joy through the simple things, the simple gifts.
During the visit, a beautiful song from my childhood resurfaced in my mind.
Simple gifts
Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning we come round right
'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,
'Tis a gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.
Lyrics by Joseph Brackett, Jr.
Click here for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's rendition
