We are taught a lot of things at the age of 13 by our churches and in our youth groups. I remember nights around the campfire at summer camp that profoundly changed the way I thought of Jesus. I remember hearing that my real identity was in Christ, not in whether boys liked me or what I looked like. Those were the lessons I remember being driven home the most. Because, as I know now, a girl’s self worth is one of the hardest fought battles in her lifetime. Our youth leaders knew this, so we talked about it a lot.
On a chilly December morning several years ago, our family packed into the car and headed to church. When I pulled off the interstate, I saw a man sitting on the curb near the end of the exit ramp, holding a cardboard sign.
I was relieved that there was a car in front of me at the stoplight. Frankly, I was not in a good mood and was irritated that he was there. I heard an inner voice whispering something like “Who knows where he’ll spend that money.” So I stared forward, anxious for the light to change and annoyed to find out that this particular light was the first prizewinner in the “slowest light in the country” contest!
The driver’s window of the car in front of us opened.
It’s amazing to me how my life has changed by small acts of kindness from the people around me.
I will often pick up my friend Darrell on the way to the Storyline office. A couple of weeks ago, we decided to take a detour on our drive in to grab a dozen doughnuts when we happened to pass a couple of ladies changing a flat tire. A man with a beard and a flannel shirt had kindly stopped to help them. Any man with a beard is more than capable to change a flat tire, so we kept on driving toward our box of frosting-covered goodness.
As we were driving back to the office, we noticed the bearded man was still changing the tire for the two girls he had stopped to help. It had been nearly 25 minutes since seeing them the first time, so I assumed things weren’t going as smoothly as they had planned.