Sunday, February 7, 2010

Who Is My Neighbour?

We heard the story of the Good Samaritan today at church. I really like that one. Our youth pastor preached today and he really made it real and practical for me. I hope I can be more aware around me for 'my neighbour'. Our Pastor Bill was such an advocate of helping and doing for others. Sometimes we get so busy and trying to live our lives, we just don't see if someone needs our help. Or maybe, like me, sometimes we see, but just don't 'have time' right now.... Or sometimes, I think, what I have to offer isn't enough. Today at church I felt a bit 'raw' - you know that feeling? I haven't been sleeping well and I'm struggling a bit with my emotions and feeling a bit overwhelmed and I wasn't really sure I wanted to even be out in public... You know that feeling? Well at a point in our service, we were told to go around and say hi to folks and welcome eachother. Just what I felt like doing. (We need a sarcasm font!) Anyway, I obeyed for fear of looking like a pitiful grump and got a few hugs and many handshakes out of it and was blessed by a few folks that probably didn't have a clue that I needed that hug. Anyway, I tell all that to say, we always have something we can give. Maybe a hug, maybe a smile to a cashier who is backed up instead of a frown.... We've got neighbours everywhere we go. And it works the way anything works with God - the more we give, the more we get back. Just thought I'd share the encouragement... Have a great week everyone.


Jayne said...

Boy, sometimes we don't realize just how much we need those hugs and smiles, do we? It takes so little effort to let someone know that you are seeing them as a fellow human being. Wonderful insights Heather. Thanks for sharing yourself in this way.

Deborah said...

I love hearing a good bible teaching. I'm so glad you were able to get out yesterday.

Lynn Stromwall said...

I rode the train home from the airport last weekend. Slipping into a seat I mentioned to my husband the man in the seat across from us looked like he was riding to stay out of the cold. You know, one of those homeless types (I labeled). We rode for 45 minutes, past homes and stores and churches. He sat quietly staring ahead. I found myself thinking how fortunate I am to have a home and family. As I watched this man my heart was moved to compassion, instead of judgement. Our stop came; we slipped a few dollars in his hand and asked his name; he smiled and replied "Daniel". God bless Daniel tonight. Thank you for your post and the opportunity to share this story.