Guideposts – January 8, 2017

Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight… —Hebrews 12:1 (nkjv)

My church, Hillsboro Presbyterian, had formed a relationship with a local African-American church, Spruce Street Baptist, years ago. The initial goal was to bring groups reflecting different demographics within Nashville, Tennessee, to worship together. But as time passed, the exchange became something more, a gathering of family and a reunion with people we had grown to love.

As the designated Sunday approached, it was beginning to look as though the decades-old tradition might not happen. The week had brought one of the worst ice storms that our hometown had ever seen, plus I was in a mood and wanted to avoid people, stay dry, and read the newspaper without interruption. But at the last minute, Corinne and I bundled up the girls and headed for church.

The service started with an old spiritual hymn sung by Spruce Street’s choir. There was something about the warmth of their smiles that began to thaw my grumpiness. Next, one of the members reported on the past week’s activities. In spite of record cold and treacherous roads, the churchwomen had managed to serve 150 meals to people who were stranded. “With Jesus there with us, the weather didn’t slow us down and we fed our hungry neighbors,” the member said.

The ice around my heart cracked. I’d seen the bad weather as a personal inconvenience; these women had seized on it as an opportunity to help. Their spirit was contagious, and it was with anticipation that I pledged to put their lesson to work.

God, let me see my own discomfort as a reminder to comfort others.
—Brock Kidd

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