Great moments often catch us unaware,
beautifully wrapped in what others
may consider insignificant.

What is Love?

1 Corinthians 13:1-13 says it best for me.


1 Corinthians 13:1-3
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,£ but have not love, I gain nothing.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:8-12
Love never fails.  But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.  Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love.

Will You Sit Back and Enjoy
This Warm and Tender Story?

THE STORY OF A RIDE IN MY TAXI


Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living during my summer vacation from teaching high school.  When I arrived at 2:30 a.m. to pick up my fare, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.  But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation.

Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.

This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.  So I walked to the door and knocked.  "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice.  I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened.  A small woman in her 80's stood before me.  She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.  By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.  All the furniture was covered with sheets.  There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.  In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?"  She said.  I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.  She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.  She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her.  "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".  "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"  "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.  "Oh, I don't mind," she said.  "I'm in no hurry.  I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror.  Her eyes were glistening.  "I don't have any family left," she continued.  "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?"  I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.  She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.  She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.  Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired.  Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.  It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.  Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.  They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.  They must have been expecting her.  I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?"  She asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.  She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.  "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light.  Behind me, a door shut.  It was the sound of the closing of a life.  I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.  I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.  What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?  What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.  We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.  But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small moment.

Ten things God won't ask,
if God were asking us questions:

  1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove; He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.

  2. God won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

  3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.

  4. God won't ask what your highest salary was, He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

  5. God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.

  6. God won't ask how many friends you had, He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

  7. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.

  8. God won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character.

  9. God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.


Matthew 19:16-26
16 Now a man came up to Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what good thing
   must I do to get eternal life?”

17 “Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied.
   “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, obey the
   commandments.”

18 “Which ones?” the man inquired.
   Jesus replied, “‘Do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not
   steal, do not give false testimony,

19 honor your father and mother,’and ‘love your neighbor as yourself.’”

20 “All these I have kept,” the young man said. “What do I still lack?”

21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your
   possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in
   heaven. Then come, follow me.”

22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had
   great wealth.

23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “I tell you the truth, it is hard for
   a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a
   needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

25 When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and
   asked,“Who then can be saved?”

26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but
   with God all things are possible.”

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