It's a simple and small word.
With every gesture the world becomes well,
a little bit nicer.
Sometimes circumstances test us.
We know what we should do.
But do we?
Yesterday Jason was playing frisbee golf at
the park with some student leaders.
He should have been at work, but since discipling is part of his job
description, it was somewhat of an out of office meeting, if you will.
A man pulled up in front of our house and promptly fell out of his car.
Bloody and disoriented he began to walk up the steps to the door.
The unlocked front door.
In a panic Jason sprinted across the field and
caught him as he arrived at our doorstep.
This man had just been in a car accident and was heavily under the influence.
As soon as Jason knew his family inside the house
were safe his role quickly changed from protector to pastor.
He sat the man down and began to learn his story.
His sad and tragic story.
It was his full intention to take his own life that very day.
The very day that he landed at our door.
In full view of the park that Jason was at.
That is no coincidence.
That is the hand of God intervening.
No. Of course not.
Could he have harmed others?
Absolutely. Yet, thankfully he didn't.
But all my husband saw was a man in pain.
Who needed a glimpse of encouragement.
A splinter of hope.
He took time to love the unlovable.
To express the love of Jesus.
To be nice.
I dare you to do the same.