Be first

I was listening to a therapist discuss his new book earlier today. He talked about our need to reclaim community among other things. He discussed his concept of radical generosity, deciding to give more than you receive. And then he said the key to building community was to “be first.” Invite the neighbor over first. Start a conversation with that kid in your class first. Just jump in and be first.

I​ loved hearing this. In a way it’s a retelling of the golden rule. If we approach others as we would like to be approached, then we are quick to see their need and not our own. We have less pride and are willing to put ourselves forward. Not everyone will respond the way we’d like and not all plans will work out. But still be first.

I​ remember my grandma counseling a young woman who came to her with a burden of loneliness and despair. She told her to reach out to others, to find people to serve. There was a profoundness in this advice that I didn’t realize at the time. If we want to cure our own heart, we do it best by looking after others.

S​o today I am determined to ‘be first.’

L​uke 6: 31 Do to others as you would have them do to you.

The sweetness of memory

I am sometimes overwhelmed by the cares of the world. We live in dark days. The last thing I need to do when my own struggles are great is to add the world’s issues to the pile.

Old hymns, from my childhood, come to mind. One particular hymn is rolling around in my head today. I found this lovely version of it and thought I’d share.

What I truly wish I could share is the version that plays in my mind. The song sung by a congregation on a Sunday morning. My grandma humming softly and nodding. Her beautiful clear blue eyes looking down as she smiles with assurance of a person who has walked with God through her life. Just the other side of her is the voice of my grandpa, booming out the baseline; more oompaapaa than opera. But his voice has the strong confidence of singing what he believes.

This is the most beautiful version of this song. My heart warms as I play it over in my mind. Not only are the words a comfort, but so is the connection with a faith that goes back years into my history. The memory of these two people who changed my life and gave me a gift I can never repay. I count their memory among my greatest joys.

So today, let this song play in your mind. I am sure that you also have rich memories. Let these thoughts speak peace and joy into your life. Together we can remember that God is greater than all the trouble in the world.

Hope in the darkness

I​t can be surprising that in places that seem the most oppressive, with the worst governments, Christianity grows. Some modern examples are China and Iran.

I​t would be natural to assume that Christianity grows the best in free and open societies, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Throughout history Christianity has grown in the darkness created by men.

W​hen all else fails Christ can give hope to the hopeless. He offers abundance and life to those with nothing. Like a small slit of light, Christ shows what is possible beyond the veil. He is the Light.

John 12: 46 I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes
in me should stay in darkness.

(​It is ‘bring your kid to work’ day, so Mari helped me write this.)