This could probably be a "Seinfeld" post....One about nothing and everything. As you can see - I am not an avid blogger. I think I would like to be, but life and laziness get in the way. I used to be good at keeping a journal. Now I am good about carrying mine everywhere I go and rarely writing it.
It has been an interesting week. Last Sunday, Tammy noticed a young woman walking down the road with a gas can. In all of our busyness, it is rare that we notice others with a need. Sometimes when we notice we are afraid to stop, because the world is a scary place. Tammy noticed and we stopped to help. Helping feels SO good.
Later in the week, I was driving through Chick-Fil-A and noticed a young man sitting outside the door. His knees wer hugged up to his chest and he was rocking back and forth. Car after car drove by - along with me. Something told me to go back around. After buying him a chicken biscuit and bottle of water - I drove on my merry way. Well - not so merry - I was profoundly touched. I hoped and pryed that the interaction met a need - physical through the food and drink or emotional/spiritual by knowing someon cared.
This isn't about me/us or how good we may have been on these couple of occasions. It is about mourning all those opportunities that are probably missed because I am too busy, too preoccupied, too selfish....to stop or to listen. It is about wanting to be more observant, more obedient, more willing to to help provide for physical needs - to say a kind word - to let someone know that they matter.... It is about trying to be the hands and feet of Jesus. How scary that I could be the only "Jesus" someone encounters today.
Matthew West has a song out - My Own Little World...God please help me not to live in just my own little world....
In my own little world it hardly ever rains; I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe
I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet
In my own little world...Population me
I try to stay awake during Sunday morning church; I throw a twenty in the plate, but I never give ’til it hurts
I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see, Yeah,it’s easy to do when it’s
Population: me
Stopped at a red light, looked out my window, I saw a cardboard sign, said “Help this homeless widow”
Above that sign was the face of a human - I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”
So I rolled down the window and I looked her in the eye
Oh how many times have I just passed her by?
So I gave her some money then I drove on through
And my own little world reached Population two
Father break my heart for what breaks Yours - Give me open hands and open doors
Put Your Light in my eyes and let me see that my own little world is not about me
What if there’s a bigger picture? What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a greater purpose that I could be living right now
I dont want to miss what matters - I wanna be reaching out
Show me the greater purpose - So i can start livin right now
Outside my own little world
