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Good works. Good deeds.
08/07/07 13:11 Filed in: Hud
Good works, good deeds. What does that mean,
exactly? Traditionally, good works are something
akin to helping an old lady down the street with
carrying her groceries. A good deed would be
holding the door for an elderly gentleman
hobbling slowly with his cane or, doing some
service project like collecting winter coats for
the homeless or serving hot coffee outside of
main hall on your local podunk campus. I believe
they are but this is a much limited view.
A good work. A good deed. They represent the kingdom, in any form. A kingdom of love, hope, and where the other man is held in higher esteem than you, and vice versa. Participating in good works and good deeds can easily be over looked by those with so narrow a view as to what these “deeds and works” actually should be.
I submit they are more than we think.
Could cheerleading be a good deed? Does bringing hope into a situation or life into a grave bottom of the ninth disaster count as a good deed? Is it enough that a ray of sun from the kingdom of light, though small and somewhat unrecognizable to the common eye count as a good deed? Does representing Christ in our smile, our conversation, and willingness to be a fool so that life is brought, if just for a moment, into the lost lives around you?
I believe that it is. Especially if you intend to do just that.
Jutty, Dan, Jimmy, Roy and I attended a baseball game. Americas past time. Embedded in a sea of humanity we decided to bring life. We were jovial, were friendly, we were Christ like. With the father and his two sons, one with a clear physical disability, we engaged in conversation, banter, and humbly gave the eldest son a dollar for simply being a boy. To the girl three rows back we were the sparks that just might create enough stir to get the wave started. She was our biggest fan yet we knew we couldn’t stop, she wanted the wave started as much as we did. To the couple in front of us a friendly conversation turned to spiritual things and briefly we were of common understanding that there was something worth living for and God was the center of that particular movement. And to the woman standing near a free massage booth, a friendly conversation from a kind man who loves Jesus and simply talked to her because she too was made in His fathers image.
Good works, good deeds. When intentional about bringing the kingdom through our actions, life can have all sorts of good works and good deeds. Some are just praised more than others. Ours was simple and, probably in other’s view unworthy of mention.
At least, not in this life.
A good work. A good deed. They represent the kingdom, in any form. A kingdom of love, hope, and where the other man is held in higher esteem than you, and vice versa. Participating in good works and good deeds can easily be over looked by those with so narrow a view as to what these “deeds and works” actually should be.
I submit they are more than we think.
Could cheerleading be a good deed? Does bringing hope into a situation or life into a grave bottom of the ninth disaster count as a good deed? Is it enough that a ray of sun from the kingdom of light, though small and somewhat unrecognizable to the common eye count as a good deed? Does representing Christ in our smile, our conversation, and willingness to be a fool so that life is brought, if just for a moment, into the lost lives around you?
I believe that it is. Especially if you intend to do just that.
Jutty, Dan, Jimmy, Roy and I attended a baseball game. Americas past time. Embedded in a sea of humanity we decided to bring life. We were jovial, were friendly, we were Christ like. With the father and his two sons, one with a clear physical disability, we engaged in conversation, banter, and humbly gave the eldest son a dollar for simply being a boy. To the girl three rows back we were the sparks that just might create enough stir to get the wave started. She was our biggest fan yet we knew we couldn’t stop, she wanted the wave started as much as we did. To the couple in front of us a friendly conversation turned to spiritual things and briefly we were of common understanding that there was something worth living for and God was the center of that particular movement. And to the woman standing near a free massage booth, a friendly conversation from a kind man who loves Jesus and simply talked to her because she too was made in His fathers image.
Good works, good deeds. When intentional about bringing the kingdom through our actions, life can have all sorts of good works and good deeds. Some are just praised more than others. Ours was simple and, probably in other’s view unworthy of mention.
At least, not in this life.
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