“It is the small ordinary daily deeds of ordinary people that lets me breathe and be gentle. The small acts of kindness and love, which everyone needs and wraps around them for encouragement.” A Christian pastor.
He wasn’t a prominent member of the congregation. In fact, he was barely noticed in the throng of Christians greetings, hugging and chatting to one another. Probably, not many even knew his name or where he lived. It was small inconsequential jobs that he did — checking the pews, gathering the leftover Bibles and hymnals, picking up the bits of paper lying around and even sweeping the front portico and stairs.
I noticed him when I arrived early one Sunday morning to preach. I liked to b their early to meet folks and go over things with the pastor so everything ran smoothly. I saw him sweeping leaves from the stairs and greeted him, shaking his hand. He spoke softly, saying his name was Ralph. I entered and forgot about him, as did everyone else. When I left, he stood near my car and shook my hand again. He thanked me for being kind and warm. I was touched by his gentleness and only realized his story much later.
How often to we just use our eyes to avoid bumping into things instead of actually seeing what is right in front of us? I am sure the Pharisees and Saducees saw Jesus merely as an obstacle. He was just a loudmouth carpenter’s son from Galilee. Instead, right in front of their eyes was the Savior, the One promised so long ago. See what they missed?
What are we missing?