Loving people can be a work of a lifetime, but it is also
the work of a moment. In seminary, I worked with a group that served homeless
people with mental challenges. Sitting in the office lobby, a member of the
congregation corrected me. “You never said hello to me,” he said. I had been
nervous and didn’t know what to say, so I had entered and sat there without
saying a word. He had to reach out to me.
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I have been conditioned
not to say hello to strangers. As a
Christian, however, it is my responsibility to reach out. You cannot serve people unless you know them
and you cannot know them unless you make a connection. I will always be
grateful for the lesson.
It can be scary to reach out for the first time and yet it is
necessary, day-by-day to reach out in openness, curiosity, and love. I am
learning to love people in this way, to be open to everyone I meet, and to make
the effort, ever so small, to reach out to them.
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