I was driving my son to school during this busy Christmas season yesterday. The slushy streets and icy ruts of the city streets caused the commute to take twice as long as usual. We were late, and I was becoming very impatient. I watched the long line of cars in front of me slow to a slithering, sliding halt. The vehicles in the left lane seemed to zip by. We're late!;  I complained. What's the hold-up? I muttered, trying to keep grip on my growing impatience.

The light turned green - no one moved - then we moved two short car lengths before the light shifted to amber and then red.
This process was repeated several more times, as we crept slowly along. Now beginning to inwardly seethe, I bitterly complained to myself. I left myself half an hour to get here.

It usually only takes fifteen minutes.

What's the problem? I was now only three cars away from the light when I watched a young man, bundled in a large coat, stocking cap and mittens exit his broken-down, rusted old Cadillac and walk to the curb. An elderly blind man apparently had been waiting to cross the street. Cars had been patiently waiting for him to cross.
When he did not, they would cautiously move on, one by one.

I was touched, and deeply ashamed at my attitude as this simple young man walked arm-in-arm with the blind man across the ice and slush, beyond the dangerous mounds of snow, to the safety of the sidewalk. The man ran back to his car - the light now turned green - and headed off. Wow!" commented my 16-year-old. That was pretty awesome. Yeah, it was," I simply stated. After dropping him off at school, I drove down the same road looking for the blind gentleman.

Perhaps I could give him a ride. But he was gone. Most likely into the safety of his home. But the Lord and I had a touching talk.
It started with my apology to Him for my attitude - perhaps understandable - but certainly not Christ-like. It worked into a running conversation. Would you have stopped and helped that man?" asked the Lord. "I was late." Would you have risked having someone honk and angrily shake a fist at you in order to stop and help one of my blind children? "I was late."
Would you stop if it were ME by the road?

Hesitation filled my mind. Yes, Lord. I would stop and help you.

In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. If you'll prompt me, Lord, and show me, I'll stop. I'll help. It's never too late to be a blessing."

These have been fun days as I have been watching for people who need me.

It has helped to lift me beyond myself and reminded me that Christmas is all about caring as a lifestyle.   Not everyone is filled with the joy of the season.  Some are hurting and lonely after losing a loved one this year. Others are impoverished after the loss of a job or other crisis. Still others are in pain, illness and despair. Some have never experience the Christ of Christmas and can't imagine why we're happy.

Author: Unknown


People need you!
Celebrate HIM!
You are loved, appreciated and needed.
In Christ let us make Christmas 365 days long and let the light (Christ) shine for all to see.