Today is a guest post from Jim Hall. Jim has been on a journey of discovery for almost six years of learning to break all sorts of destructive lies, bad beliefs and habits. He is a graduate of Celebrate Recovery, Bethesda Workshops and (very) slowly studying for a pastoral counseling certificate from New Life University.
Love is Kind
Remember the 107 degree temps earlier this summer? I was blessed to witness, not once, but twice the same act of kindness from two different actors, two different days on the same road.
Both were on I440 headed home from work. The first time it was a truck driver handing down out of his cab an icy soft drink to a stranded motorist. The second was a young lady who actually pulled over just past another stranded person, dug through a cooler in her back seat, and handed out a cold bottle of water, then drove away in front of me. I can only assume that in both cases, neither knew their recipients, and most likely will never see them again, but I suspect both knew what love is.
As I write, for whatever reason I feel like writing a series of thoughts on 1 Corinthians 13, I am starting to get the feeling that each of these statements of what God says love is, all seem to tie to a theme and that is each revolves around being other focused and not me focused. Love seems very much to be defined as what’s in it for them? Very little of these statement of love have little or nothing to do with my benefit, but the benefit of someone else.
In the case of the examples above, both extenders of kindness actually lost something. Was that the truckers last cold Coke? Did the lady give away her only bottle of water to a man she didn’t know and never will? Maybe, maybe not.. However, either way, they drove off with less of some thing than they had before they stopped. I suspect however, they left more behind than refreshment and I suspect too maybe they did drive away with something more than what they left behind.
Either way, sacrifice was made without the slightest possibility of material or physical gain for either of them yet neither of them lost one ounce of what came out of their heart; I suspect that fountain has a constant supply.