new tools in the shed

A green toolbox awaited me this morning. Little did I know that a resounding smile would be the result of an older man’s careful attention to a small detail in my life.

How often do I totally miss the needs of others? How often do I have the ability to meet the needs of those around me, yet I refuse to hear their greatest (or smallest) needs because I’m so wrapped up in my own world?

Jesus never ceased to meet people exactly where they were. Every moment was an opportunity to provide for those around him. At a well. On a mountainside. In a garden. At a house. In the temple. On a road. At a cross…

Al, thank you for the tools.