Busy life sounds. All of us in such a hurry to get somewhere, anywhere but here in the moment. Bustling noises coming from every orifice. It is maddening. No stillness, only the ticking bits of sound bypassing the moment, slipping by inconspicuously inching away with the tick tocks of our life's time. Gone! And no matter, it remains just that, gone.
Cajoling won't rewind what has been done. There is no advantage to trying to go backwards. Fatefully reaching back is doubly damning. The time wasted going and the time wasted while gone. So many people everywhere, oblivious to these passing moments of the day. They have counted today and already added it to their list of mundane happenings.
No feeling in the air of togetherness. So many people, yet eyes are drawn to devices not to faces. Eyes are mesmerized by playback videos versus live action situational miracle moments. These tiny events get missed completely. Micro not macro mindsets rules the day. The "hurry up" fast moving mouths get fed first. Big picture dreamers with patience and purpose eat later with plenty of leftovers stowed in reserve. For these measured pacing types, getting full is a journey laced with less is more. Not a greed fest of "stuff your soul with whatever feels good in the moment" fascination.
I make a mess in aisle 9 just to see what will happen. And just as I suspected, no one seems to notice. No one is called. After awhile, I bend down on my knees and begin to clean up my own mishaps little by little. Seeing my situation, a "Feel gooder" happens by. Remaining on the perimeter of my helpless mess, she steps over and around the pieces strewn all around me. She doesn't offer to help but she makes a point of trying not to make it any worse than it already appears to be. All around me this place is littered with "feel gooders." Talking under their breath in judgment.
I continue picking up my pieces; it is slow but steady going. Out of the corner of my eye I see a young man staring in my direction. As he stares my way, he begins to approach. In one hand he carries a broom and dust pan. In the other are white cloths. He bends over saying, "You look like you could use a bit of help." He doesn't take over, he simply lends his helping hands. A good Samaritan do gooder.
I asked him why he decided to help me. His response was simple, Phillippians 2:4. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
I finished gathering my things and was reminded of one other scripture. Bear one another's burden, and so fulfill the law of Christ. Galatians 6:2.
Doing good feels good!
Cajoling won't rewind what has been done. There is no advantage to trying to go backwards. Fatefully reaching back is doubly damning. The time wasted going and the time wasted while gone. So many people everywhere, oblivious to these passing moments of the day. They have counted today and already added it to their list of mundane happenings.
No feeling in the air of togetherness. So many people, yet eyes are drawn to devices not to faces. Eyes are mesmerized by playback videos versus live action situational miracle moments. These tiny events get missed completely. Micro not macro mindsets rules the day. The "hurry up" fast moving mouths get fed first. Big picture dreamers with patience and purpose eat later with plenty of leftovers stowed in reserve. For these measured pacing types, getting full is a journey laced with less is more. Not a greed fest of "stuff your soul with whatever feels good in the moment" fascination.
I make a mess in aisle 9 just to see what will happen. And just as I suspected, no one seems to notice. No one is called. After awhile, I bend down on my knees and begin to clean up my own mishaps little by little. Seeing my situation, a "Feel gooder" happens by. Remaining on the perimeter of my helpless mess, she steps over and around the pieces strewn all around me. She doesn't offer to help but she makes a point of trying not to make it any worse than it already appears to be. All around me this place is littered with "feel gooders." Talking under their breath in judgment.
I continue picking up my pieces; it is slow but steady going. Out of the corner of my eye I see a young man staring in my direction. As he stares my way, he begins to approach. In one hand he carries a broom and dust pan. In the other are white cloths. He bends over saying, "You look like you could use a bit of help." He doesn't take over, he simply lends his helping hands. A good Samaritan do gooder.
I asked him why he decided to help me. His response was simple, Phillippians 2:4. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
I finished gathering my things and was reminded of one other scripture. Bear one another's burden, and so fulfill the law of Christ. Galatians 6:2.
Doing good feels good!
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