“Everybody Always”

Our time in Negritos has ended.  After months of preparation it’s done.

Isaac didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay with Pastor Paul. He says Pastor Paul radiates the love of Jesus. And he does. Isaac has a gift of recognizing those who have a deep communion with the Lord. He’s drawn to them.

Isaac and I will miss the people and their contagious love. 

I asked Isaac for a summary of how he felt about his week in Negritos. He said it well, “How happy everybody was compared to us, with having so little. Everyone in the US is grumpy, even though they have so many things. The people of Negritos find joy in each other, in serving and teaching others.”

As I reflect on the week, I think of all the people I met. And how intentional I was. I found myself making an effort to watch and to listen to what the Lord wanted me to see. By doing this, I was given opportunities to love God by loving others.

Sometimes it was awkward.
Sometimes unnatural.
Sometimes beautiful.
Sometimes holy.

Though my body exhausted, I was blessed, my heart full. Simply by slowing down. Watching and listening. 

I don’t do that at home. Slow down. Watch. Listen. It’s mostly about me. I can say it’s about the kids or house. But really all of that is still done in a way to serve me first.

My mind is so consumed with my daily tasks and calendar, rushing from place to place. But we were rushed from place to place this past week. Up before the sun and not in bed until the late hours of the night.

I can’t take credit for my title of my post. It’s the title of one of Bob Goff’s chapters in his llatest book, Everybody Always. I enjoy the way he gives examples of loving others.  He has many stories and an interesting life. In chapter 12 he gives an example of becoming close friends with a TSA security man who checked passports. Three minutes at a time. He flies frequently and had started noticing the kindness and love this man gave every individual who’s passport he checked. Three minutes at a time their friendship grew every time he passed through security. So much so, their families spent Christmases together. 

I have three minutes each day and them some to watch and listen. To love.

At this moment I am ashamed. Ashamed at how selfish I am. God has given so much and sacrificed the ultimate for me. And I can’t give three minutes.

My prayer is that I love more. Give three minutes more. Watch and listen more. God help me if this past week doesn’t alter my thoughts and time. My love.

Our time in Negritos has ended. After months of preparation it’s done. But is it? If I love more, maybe it’s just beginning.

1 John 4:7-21 ESV
Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.