December Seventeenth; If I Could Give a Gift

When you look outside and the sky is dark, you understand it to be night. When it is grey, it may rain. By sight you understand. The obvious physical things, help us to comprehend life around us. Flowers blooming mean Spring, Snow falling means Winter, we understand. Sometimes though, comprehension and understanding don’t always come together in our mind. Without that understanding, we often lack compassion. It is one thing when our mind is involved, another thing totally when our  heart takes part.

 Back when I was part of the work force, I worked in a manufacturing plant that had a large Hispanic populace. There was a variety of levels in their comprehension of English. I joked more than once that my pantomime game was stepped up greatly, even as my level of learning Spanish not so much. I always seemed to be too busy. Even though I did not come to understand the language so much, I did come to a much better understanding of the people. These were people who only wanted to work. They came in to do a job and they did it well. But not just that. Their heart was enormous. Don’t get me wrong, like everyone else they had their faults. The thing is, we came to an understanding. They knew I had their back, as I knew they had mine. Even and especially when mistakes were made, it was a collective correction, and life went on. 

We are going through a time unprecedented. We can shout conspiracies, we can demand change, we can hide out back and bury our head in the sand. Until we stop, take a breath and seek to understand, nothing will get better. Until we seek to work together instead of against each other, nothing will get better. I’ve seen evidence of this, I’ve seen more of those who are beginning to have their eyes and heart opened.

The pandemic that pretty much brought the world to its knees, costing so many so much, has also awakened the silent hearts. Governments so busy battling among themselves, have brought out the compassion in people. 

Locally, I have seen many food distribution points to keep people from going hungry. I have seen and heard of many toy runs so the children will have a gift this Christmas. I have seen people stepping up and sharing what they have with those who have not. They, are understanding. 

We see people on the side of the road with their cardboard signs. How many of us, turn our heads away? How many think, there are still places hiring? How many, have thoughts that are strictly negative? When you see those who are obviously homeless, what runs through your head? How does your heart feel? Do you only allow the negative, derogatory thoughts? Or do you allow your heart to wonder how they came to be in that situation and how you may help? Do you wonder, how you could be the difference for them in that moment? 

When you see people on social media setting aside their pride and asking, near pleading for help, what is your first thought? Yes, I do know that there are those who take advantage of those with a compassionate heart. I know, there are those who make begging a life style. I also know that some are doing it not by choice. If I suspected one was being forced to beg, or other things, I would hope and pray I could do something to help them. Otherwise, I seek not to judge anyone.

 It is not up to me to judge anyone, or worry if they are asking improperly, or even worry about what they will use the money for. It is in my heart, that I am to act in compassion. To help those who are in need as I am able. I have many times heard the expression that no good deed goes unpunished. I believe that when we as Christians and humans, act as the good Samaritan did, then the devil is not happy and will do everything he can to make sure we don’t act in kindness and love again. The thoughts of, last time I did this, that bad thing happened, will often cause one to pause and even walk away without helping. At that moment, we have missed a great opportunity to be a blessing to another soul. You may be, the answer to their prayer, I hope to never blow that moment of opportunity. 

If I could give a gift, it would be understanding. That we are not in this life alone. That weird things happen around us. That every day there is a risk of some sort. That it is up to us, to open our eyes and see the struggles of others. Then, to open a heart of compassion and reach out in love, to be the difference they need.  Love comes, when we understand.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to December Seventeenth; If I Could Give a Gift

  1. asmi_bharati says:

    How true..compassion and cooperation is the need of the hour..well written 👍

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