Sunday morning, Sid was reading from Acts, Chapter 2. The apostles and other believers have suffered the grief and fear of seeing our Beloved Savior beaten and crucified. They experienced the awe and joy of seeing and speaking with the Living Jesus. Surely, they felt impatience and uncertainty as they waited for some nebulous thing Jesus called the Spirit to come to them.
But finally, this wonderous thing happened and the gathering of believers were either filled with or a witness to the Holy Spirit. It filled them with knowledge and power they did not previously have, made them bold. And they began doing some wild and daring things . . . . . .
. . . . . . And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need . . . . . .
Then my reticent Lincoln, my boy with deep thoughts, whose tongue is slow to form words, a strength not valued in this fast-paced culture that races from one idea to another and doesn’t wait for one small boy to find his voice, my Lincoln clearly articulates . . . . . . .
“Hey, that reminds me of that verse in 1st Corinthians, chapter 13 . . . . .’If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.'”
I watched him make a connection in his 8-year-old mind and heart. We paused briefly while he pondered it. Actually, we all pondered. How long, I wonder, how long did it take the believers to move from being in one accord and acting from a heart of love to performing acts for show? So that Paul felt it necessary to write about what it means to love?
And I felt blessed beyond measure to be a witness myself, a witness to my own boy’s small steps into wisdom —– a balm to my soul after a hectic, highs-and-lows, weary week of celebrating my mom’s 74th birthday, spending a long day at the hospital with my dad and taking up the burden of another that will force me into a conversation that will likely turn volatile no matter how gently I approach it.
Blessed I am.
Bold and daring, I am not.
But I can cling to that which is good and right and true, no matter how seemingly small it may appear to others.