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it’s kindness week!

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As we finish out another month, (where did August go, anyway?) we thought it would be nice to devote the last week of the month to kindness, and this beautiful poem by Connie Faust seemed the perfect way to start off. We hope the poems, verses and photos will inspire us all to show kindness, in whatever small way, to our fellow human beings this week. Because after all, as this poem so beautifully illustrates, KINDNESS MATTERS!

Is that You, Jesus?

When I see a man of woe
lying in the valley of despair,
If I would stop
to offer him a helping hand,
and look into those lonely eyes . . .
Would I recognize the Savior there?

Lord Jesus, You said “Whenever
you clothe a man in need,
visit one imprisoned,
help the sick in word or deed,
offer refuge to the homeless . . .
I am the one who feels your love;
I am the hungry one you feed.”

Are you the one I passed today
upon my busy way,
as I hurried to accomplish daily tasks?
Are you the one whose plight I scorned,
the mother whose poor children
wore clothing stained and torn?
Are you the one?

Is that you . . . in a barren prison cell,
knowing your own choices
have brought you to this wretched place?
How long till one will care enough
to leave his comfort zone
and share with you
God’s love and his forgiving grace?

Oh, let me be the one
who stops, who takes the time
to soothe a needy soul.
By God’s own grace, I will attend
the needs of those who cry for help . . .
With a heart of compassion,
the wounded and the weary I will mend . . .

For they are You, Jesus!
I love the inspiration to serve others with compassion that is recorded in the New Testament. . . .
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
from Matthew 25, NIV

Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Cheryl Cook

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… when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?
Luke 18:8

I heard a sermon in church last Sunday and I can’t stop thinking about it. It was taken from the book of Matthew, Chapter 25.
For it is just like a man about to go on a journey, who called his own slaves and entrusted his possessions to them. To one he gave five talents, to another, two, and to another, one, each according to his own ability; and he went on his journey. Immediately the one who had received the five talents went and traded with them, and gained five more talents. In the same manner the one who had received the two talents gained two more. But he who received the one talent went away, and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money.

I’d heard the parable about the talents too many times to count, but it never struck me in quite the way it did this time. This time, I stopped to think about it, and I was chilled at the thoughts of the master’s return, how when he went to settle up his accounts, the two servants who had been faithful were rewarded, while the unfaithful one was cast away from his master’s sight.

Talents. God has given them to each of us according to our abilities. What has He given me?

I can’t sing like Laura Story, and I don’t have the financial resources of Donald Trump, but I have been given eyes to see and a heart to feel other’s sufferings. I have been given arms with which to hug them, a voice with which to speak a kind word, time with which to pray for them. I have been given a whole world full of people, and a commandment to love them.

John 15:12 “This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you.

The parable of the talents makes me think of the Christmas carol about the little drummer boy. He did not have the means of offering gold or fancy presents. He had only his God-given talent for playing the drum. And so he played, just for the sheer joy of pleasing the Lord Jesus.
In the sermon, it was brought out that the two faithful servants who increased their master’s resources did so out of love and respect for him, while the third man had a grudging, spiteful attitude.

I’d so rather be the little drummer boy than that guy.

Jesus, our Master, is coming back. Some day we will all stand before Him and give an account for how we used our lives and the talents He entrusted to us. And there will be no excuse that will be good enough for having wasted them

… when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?

Talents? I was inspired to write dozens of poems about the beauty you created in nature. I stuck them in a Rubbermade tote under the bed.
Talents? I bought cards for people who were hurting. I stuck them in the drawer of my nightstand.
Talents? I saved a couple of dollars out of my paycheck each week, meaning to send it to my favorite charity. It’s still right here in my piggybank.
Talents? I dug a hole and I stuck them in the ground.
At the end of the day, I don’t want to be that guy.
Do you?

Heavenly Father, Thank you for all that you have given me. Please help me to recognize the value in the resources, the talents, and the people you have placed in my life. Fill me with a spirit of love and a spirit of generosity, and help me to use my talents wisely, so that when You return, I may be found faithful in Your sight. In Jesus name. Amen.

Devotional by Jean Pike
Photo by Cleve Sylcox