After an unexpected long travel day, the last thing on my mind was how to let God love others through me. It was late; my eyes longed for sleep, my stomach growled as I shivered from the cold. Cranky seems to rule the roost at times like this. I felt entitled to a pass. Do you know what I mean?
Thank goodness a calm person picked me up and happily agreed to stop and get me something to eat. It seemed as though my day had held one unexpected problem after another. When we arrived at Arby’s, of course, my wallet was in the very back and hard to reach. Instead of cash I grabbed a credit card and proceeded to the door.
All I could think about was how I wanted to get to my destination, and the straightest route possible would be ideal. You see I had been rerouted all day long. What should have been a short flight turned into an all-day odyssey and I was worn out. This lady was in no mood to be gracious and helpful.
Remember the post, Do Lost People Really Matter to You? Well, I’m embarrassed to say I am not sure they did at this particular moment. But I was about to find out if my words matched my walk.
As I approached the door, a pair of sweet eyes looked up at me from the ground, and a gentle voice said, “Maam do you have any money to spare?” Quickly I replied,”No, I am sorry I don’t have any.” At first, I felt vindicated, as the half-truth rolled off my lips. I honestly had no money on me, but I did in the car.
As I waited for my sandwich, I felt so pulled toward the homeless man outside. I wondered…
Where is his family? Are the shelters full? Would it help to give him money? Is he cold, it is 30 degrees out, and all he had was a scranny blanket? Is he hungry? Why me? Why tonight?
Hmm, I had a choice – I could dig through my things in the car and try to come up with some money. I could judge him unworthy and lazy. Heck, I could even take a pass; after all, I was tired, hungry, cold and cranky with good reason. My day had been hard.
This young homeless man was but a few years older than my son, and his tender eyes pulled at my heartstrings to love him in some way. It didn’t have to be a “perfect way” or a way that was going to pull him out of being homeless, just a way to say, “I see you, and I care. “So I ordered up another sandwich, some sauce, and a drink and proceeded out the door.
There wasn’t much left in me to give – a little sandwich, a smile, and to share a bit of God’s love.
Could I have given more? Absolutely.
Could I have helped in a better way? Possibly.
But I did something and my actions, said, “I see you, and you matter.” I allowed God to love this young man through a tiny gesture which took but a few extra efforts.
One of my favorite decorations to unpack each year is our family’s Jesus stocking. Seeing it hanging reminds me to love others God’s way. We fill it with love deeds done for others, especially when done in secret. It is a way of thanking God for giving us “Jesus” the most magnificent gift we will ever receive. Click here and visit my holiday favorites if you would like to get one too.
Will you allow God to love others through you? We must be intentional on a daily basis. We must look for opportunities and choose to love. Holidays can be difficult for many. Let’s spread the love together and keep this going throughout the holiday season and beyond.
It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you… yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand. Mother Teresa
Intentional Christmas Love
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