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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

HIS NAME WAS MICHAEL
I met him while I was volunteering one night a week to stay over at the homeless shelter. Michael's burly frame would have been intiminating if it wasn't for his face that betrayed his kindness. He spent his evenings doing cross-word puzzles and always enjoyed hearing about what I was doing. Upon invitation he attended my church to hear me preach and later came a few nights to the evangelistic series we had. He never asked for anything more than my friendship. Eventually he was able to get a job (helping people) and then an apartment. Interestingly enough, after he had his own home, he volunteered at the same shelter where we met. After I moved away we kept in contact via e-mail and I would always know when he ran into one of my former church members. Anytime I was in town I knew we had an appointment to go for "coffee" together. I learned alot about listening and forgiveness from him. His laugh made my worst stories sound like they should be published. I received an e-mail in November that he had died. I'm not reflecting on the questions that go with events like this. But I am reminded that my life and your life is all about people. I am weary of the amount of times I am so self-consumed that I can't lift someone else. I want my life to be about people. that is, allowing Jesus' love to overflow. I read an article last week written by a woman reflecting on getting to know her neighbor and then him dying. Her point... to be more intentional on the opportunities to say "hello" and there will be less regret when we don't get to say "goodbye."

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sometimes it's hard to step out and say that "hello"....but I think of the wonderful benefits that would come from going out of my way and it gives me courage. I want my love for Christ to show so that others may come to Him.

12:33 AM, January 20, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your blog touched me on many levels. It reminded me of my friend, Frank who was 81 years and lived in Benton Harbor. I used to visit him frequently with some friends of mine, but I realized more often than not I would stay behind and not go say hello. You see, Frank had no family; could barely get around (he used to be an avid bike rider) and he relied on our visits every Saturday afternoon. If we did not go he would remind us the next time he saw us. Sadly, I found out that Frank died just a few weeks before Thanksgiving. He died while on his way to get mail from the mailbox. I am sad that I allowed opportunities pass me by to "have coffee" with him.

11:36 PM, January 21, 2007  
Blogger holamickey said...

Right on Chongo & Kimberly(I agree). Thanks for sharing.

A big HELLO to you - I dare you to pass it on! :)

5:01 PM, January 22, 2007  

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