Much of the news we see and hear each day is negative. We continually hear how “bad” people are and we are encouraged to be afraid. A few weeks ago, our sermon was about fear and how fearful many people are these days. Terry Austin, our preacher for the day, told us a story which illustrated this point. He receives an email sent to many different neighborhoods. One of his neighbors reported a woman who came to the door and asked to charge her cell phone. It was obvious from the replies to this email that this simple action caused great fear among people in the community—what was she really up to, was she trying to get into the homeowner’s house, watch out because she is up to no good. We realize we have a decision to make about life—do we want to live in a spirit of fear or love. Do we want to focus our thinking on how bad people are or do we choose to look for the good in others? This week I had an opportunity to remember long-ago kindnesses that touched my life and it reminded me of the goodness in just “regular” people that we meet along the way.
The first memory came because of a tragic traffic accident that resulted in the death of a 25-year-old woman. When I heard the news, I was overcome with sadness—dreams unrealized, an amazing life cut short. But as I took time to remember her and her family I recalled the goodness that she brought into this world. I will forever remember her when she was about 10 or 11— always walking around reading a book. But then I remembered how she helped her family welcome me and my family many years ago when we moved to Fort Worth where I became one of the pastors at Broadway Baptist Church. Moves are never easy, especially when there are new schools to attend and old friends are left behind. My friend’s family called and asked if they could bring us dinner—they brought pizza because they figured it would appeal to our high school son. She was a young child but she came with her smiling face and red hair to help welcome us—it was a simple thing but I have never forgotten it.
My second memory came later in the week when our daughter texted me and asked if I had heard that Chita Abbott had died. I had not heard but it started my remembering back to the time years and years ago when we moved to northern California where we knew no one. Our children were very young-one in second grade and one in preschool. We were a long way from “home.” School started and soon it was Thanksgiving. Moving can be difficult but it is really hard around holidays that are usually shared with friends and family. The week before school was out for the Thanksgiving break Chita saw me and asked about our plans for Thanksgiving—no plans I told her. She then asked if we could come over for dessert and games. Chita didn’t really know us, but she reached out to us and that little invitation felt like a taste of home. So simple and yet, so meaningful.
It is easy to be afraid today and believe me I have my moments when I feel that fear, but this week I remembered being touched by the goodness and kindness of these two friends and I felt hopeful.
Wednesdays Are Back
Come join us as we begin our fall mid-week gatherings. We will meet together to study and share a potluck meal.
October 10, 17, 24
November 7, 14, 28
October 7, 2018-Blessing of the Animals at the morning service-10:30 am
With Bobby Duncan’s help we are planning a concert -- the cost to get in will be a donation of school supplies for our local schools. Details about the concert will be coming soon—
Keep inviting your friends! Our fellowship is enriched by each person who visits with us!
If you need to speak with one of our pastors:
Charlie – 210.379.1066
Jorene – 817.690.6244