This morning I was blessed by a conversation with a friend. Her words affirmed what God has been teaching us at Break of Day (practical break for the single parent family in our community). He has been taking us through lessons in love.
Every third Wednesday of the month volunteers and families from our community have dinner together. We choose to eat together on purpose. Those who believe are listening for God’s directives and watching to see Him at work. Guests come to relax and put up their feet and enjoy a dinner they don’t have to cook for a change. Collectively, both volunteer and guest are in need. There is always room to learn more about love.
One of the first “love your neighbor” lessons I learned, was when a young man’s wife left him and their two toddlers. He was distraught and paralyzed with pain. We heard many had taken food to his house, only to find it rotten on the counter weeks later.
If that approach wasn’t working, what remedy was there?
First of all, what wasn’t working? Do you see our flawed human mindset?
We’re not asking how the person is doing? We are asking why a good meal went to waste?
Handouts, for the most part only serve to alleviate our own discomfort.
But what do you think?