My mother says we all have a list. It contains people who need us at some point, in some way.
We may not realize our role in another’s life, until retrospect sneaks in. An innocent gesture turned instrumental move can take on value to someone in need. We are Good Samaritans, unaware; the human equivalent of chicken soup.
Clarity, now sunken in, has thrust the truth that I, too, am list-worthy.
Loving people is sometimes hard work. Because they don’t always look like us, they don’t always act like we want them to act…they aren’t always nice to us. Sometimes the people that we are called to love are actually our enemies. That’s what Jesus has called us to do as his people. So loving people is hard, but we know that that’s the standard. That’s the foundation for everything that we do as followers of Jesus.