I’m in an airplane roughly the size of a can of tuna on my way home from a conference in New York City.
I was considering going on a diet before I got on here, but now I am convinced – somehow I MUST be smaller!
My elbow is lodged firmly in David’s ribs, my knees are boring mercilessly into the poor lady in front of me (sorry!), and my purse and feet and competing for space on the floor.
I finally said ‘forget it!’ and just put my feet on my purse – I’ll wash it later.
When things are too small and tight, they are uncomfortable.
Not just for us. For the people around us as well – like David & the lady in front of me.
Or in a different way, there was a young woman in the airport with an outfit that was way too small and tight. She seemed uncomfortable and yet content with her outfit. Me however? I was uncomfortable for her. I was actually scared that if she moved the wrong way I might accidentally get to know her too well…
We can all think of times and places when our own clothes were to0 tight, in a place that was cramped and uncomfortable, when money was tight, or when our hearts were too tight.
Hearts too tight???
Yes. Our hearts can be too tight to feel compassion for others when they are in a tight spot. Sometimes because we are in our own tight spot financially, or emotionally, or with time, OR like the girl in the airport – we think “she put on her own tight problem.” There are a lot of reasons our hearts become tight.
There are also a lot of reasons to loose ourselves.
Riding in a New York City Taxi
We were in a taxi in NYC going from one side of town to another. Instead of staying emotionally detached from the taxi driver, I asked him where he was from. When he told me Haiti, I was excited to talk to him about the work we are doing in Haiti with the orphanages and show him pictures of our relief efforts after the earthquake.
When he saw that we were genuinely interested in his country, he lit up and starting talking about how Haiti had potential and was bound by corruption and needed strong leaders to help them escape the corruption and transform their nation.
He looked at our pictures (while he was driving in traffic in downtown NYC…it was, mmmm, exciting!) and shut the meter on the taxi off. He said, “You are doing something to help my country. I’m doing something to help you!”
WOW! So much for rough and tough New Yorkers, huh? It actually proved a biblical principal to me.
Here is a simple, rule-of-thumb guide for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them.
—- Matthew 7:12 (The Message)
We helped his people, so he wanted to help us. If a simple, sweet Haitian taxi driver feels this way, how much more does God? He loves when we help His people and He can always be found helping us so we can help others more.
Now if God would just miraculously enlarge the size of this airplane!
So tell me….
What did you do to help someone and saw God do something in your life to move on your behalf?
Also, if this blog speaks to you, would you mind sharing it with a friend? (Vulnerability just gripped my heart…)