Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Go. In The Name Of Love.
And as these two friends argued over me, I realized I hadn’t served lately. I’d always been sensitive to that word - go. It would tug at my heart and I always listened. I hadn’t heard it in so long. Was I not seeing the need? Was I out of touch? Go. When we were in the Dominican Republic, I had been given an extra order of French fries with my meal. I hadn’t ordered them and didn’t have to pay for them. I like to think that the Lord put those on my tray so that I could give them to the little brother and sister who had wandered into the restaurant begging for something to eat. And the louder these two friends became, the more I could hear the whisper in my heart. Go. Praying to be sensitive to those times when I can give fries in the name of love. Go. So today as I sit reflecting on things I have done and where I have been realizing that I can do more, that word is still playing in my ears. Go. Serve. Be. Give. Go.
What will you do in the name of love?