I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Not so random Acts
“But Jesus accepts what we give, blesses it, breaks it open,
and magnifies it. Often in ways that we don’t see or cannot see. Or will not be
able to see in this lifetime. Who knows what a kind word does? Who knows what a
single act of charity will do? Sometimes the smallest word or gesture can change a life.”
James
Martin, Jesus: A Pilgrimage
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What do I have to
give?
Random acts of
kindness?
Sporadic is
probably a better word.
Momentary lapses
into compassion and generosity/
Times when I
leave essential selfishness behind, and put others first?
I wonder, if I am
honest
If I have
contributed all that much during my slow stumbling sojourn
On planet earth
I worry (I am a
worrier) about whether I have been for force for good
Or just a person
taking up space
I remember,
shortly before my father, a family doctor, died of cancer
I had just
received my doctorate in theology, and someone, talking to my
Then 5 year old
son, was asked how it felt to have a father who was a doctor.
His only frame of
reference was Gandpa
And so he
answered with brutal honesty.
“It’s OK, but he
isn’t the kind of doctor that does anybody any good
Oh, I have had my
moments
When I have
gotten outside my ego
My fear
My greed
Moments when I reached
out with love and generosity
But also far too
many other moments when my offerings were small
Contained
Limited
But ah!
Jesus
The one who
gently slipped into creation
God’s great gift
The one who held
three meager loaves in his hands
And a few random,
stinky fish,
And made a
banquet
The one who held
a poor child in his lap
And made a child
of God
O what Jesus does,
with whatever we place in his hands
Eagerly,
reluctantly,
Doubtfully,
faithfully
It matters not
“Jesus accepts
what we give, blesses it, breaks it open, and magnifies it”
Our meager gifts
Our reluctant
offerings
Touched by holy
love become,
Sacred
Our weakness
becomes his strength
Our fear his
compassion
Our selfishness
his generosity
And the world is
changed
one action of
random kindness at a time
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