have written on this theme before. But, as I
write, I'm up some 30,000 plus feet in the air
somewhere over Arizona or New Mexico, and don't have
the ability to access the archives to determine if
this is a repeat musing. Moreover, I don't
really care if it is. You see, I truly believe
this is one of the most important topics we can muse
about, so I may be apt to repeat myself often.
husband surprised me with an anniversary trip out
West. And anytime I'm outside of the insular
little world I live in, I'm bombarded time and again
with examples of how we do and how we don't exhibit
Christ to others.
Be it how
we behave in slow and snaking airport security lines
or whether we pay attention to those around us when
we're moving around in bustling and crowded places.
Sometimes the "me first" attitude displayed by
others can really become overwhelmingly irritating.
"Who made you more important than me?!?!?" I want to
shout. And sometimes I want to push back, or
retort back, or growl back in response.
Turning the other cheek can be a hard task, and one,
I admit, I find challenging to do at times.
the flip side, there's the contagious nature of
kindness. Nothing shines Christ's love more
than a simple gesture of kindness. Not done to
impress. Not done to get ahead. Not done
for any personal gain, other than the gloriously
fulfilling byproduct that feeds one's soul when
selflessly offering a kindness to another.
checked out of the hotel this morning, snagged a cab
and raced to the airport to catch this flight.
It was a hectic scene, and as we stood in the
check-in line, I realized I didn't have my purse.
It was in the cab, which was long gone, and we had
no idea of the name of the driver or the number of
the cab. Aside from the hassle of losing my
purse, my cell phone, the cash inside, credit cards,
etc., there was the whole issue of how I would be
able to board a plane with no identification.
It was in the purse, too.
started to set in. After several attempts to
seek out our driver, we found folks just not
interested in helping. This "not my problem,
Lady" mentality was really stressing me out.
writing from the plane, I assume you know how it
worked out. It took a simple act of kindness
by one person, who gave us the taxi dispatcher's
number. Then, that kind dispatcher willingly
offered to page the drivers. And the driver
who had dropped us off then kindly offered to race
back to the airport, found the frantic me, and
handed me my purse. He didn't seem hassled or
bothered or irritated, but just genuinely pleased
that he was able to reunite me with my belongings
and help me get home.
big scheme of the world, this was no horrific crisis
and no monumental act of selflessness. But to
me, it was huge on both accounts.
huge to one another, friends. Simple the
kindness, great the reward.
Grace and peace
to you as you journey.
Yours in Christ,