Trinity Touch Times.
“Gathering to touch our community in simple ways.”
The church flowing out of the church.
Being the church.
Loving and caring and surprising.
With no strings attached.
Just random acts of kindness to “show God’s love in a practical way.”
Like hanging around a self-service laundry with a handful of quarters.
Like staking out a gas station with a handful of $5 gas cards.
Like hosting a dollar car wash–where instead of charging a dollar, the “washee” receives a dollar for the privilege of washing his or her car.
Like paying for the order behind you in the fast food drive-through line.
Ed coordinates this ministry for our church. He has such a tender heart.
He told a story about three weeks ago that still haunts me.
He and a small group of others were spread out on Michigan State’s campus passing out goodie bags. I don’t know what all they contained. A bottle of water. An energy bar. Other stuff.
I probably don’t have the story totally straight, but here’s the gist of it.
Ed held one last bag with nobody in sight. He prayed for a recipient and headed down an alley. He saw someone coming toward him.
Only one someone.
The kind of someone you don’t want to stare at, but you do want to take it all in.
Or the kind of someone you might just want to ignore. Avert your eyes. Maybe even feel an ounce of fear toward.
Kind of a cross between Goth and punk. Whatever they are.
Dressed all in black. Spiked hair. Chains. Studs. Covered in piercings and tattoos.
Even Ed hesitated a second, but then stopped him and said something like, “I just want to give this to you and tell you God loves you.”
Silence. For a brief second. And their eyes locked. There might have been a tear in the young man’s eye.
“Thanks,” he said. “I needed that.”
And a tear welled up in Ed’s eye. They hugged. And the young man went on his way. He didn’t even know what the bag contained.
So what did he need? Someone to look him in the eye and tell him they cared. That God cared. That he mattered.
It’s what we all need really.
Someone who will lock eyes with us.
Offer a smile, a touch, a kind word.
Or a glass of water. Or an energy bar. Or even a handful of wilted dandelions.
Regardless of our appearance. Or even our attitude. Or because of.
Because we all hide hurts.
And we all need to know we matter.
And that someone cares.
Thanks. I needed that.
“My brethren, pay no servile regard to people [show no prejudice, no partiality]. Do not [attempt to] hold and practice the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ [the Lord] of glory [together with snobbery]! James 2:1 (Amplified)
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