For now, I’ll keep hosting small groups in my home every Sunday night. I’ll keep preparing food even when people complain. I’ll keep opening my doors even when people have not-nice things to say. (Sidenote: Opening your doors to people — even fellow believers — takes some seriously thick skin. That’s not how it should be, but that’s how it is.) I’ll continue to love and to forgive and to show kindness. I will smile at my neighbor when I’m at the mailbox. I will be kind to my waiter and waitress. I will take food to the sick and to those who’ve just had babies. I will write sympathy cards and send flowers.
I will do my best to be Jesus right where I am.
Annie S. Butterworth, a former Teen Democrat writer I knew, in a lovely, thoughtful piece called “give me a bigger heart.”
With some overlap with my thoughts about community and service in a post I wrote some time ago, but more eloquent than I could ever manage.