Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.Ephesians 4:32
I spent Saturday watching football. Yeah, it was cold and gloomy. I didn’t sit in the stands of a professional game, like the Greenbay Packers, or chat over the television about the last play. I sat watching my grandsons. It’s where the heart of the game first clutches the heart of a boy.
Having raised three boys myself, and now blessed with five grandsons, I have experienced their passion for the game. One of them, I won’t mention Barry’s name, could aim a ball perfectly as a toddler. I still remembered the college game my son, Jess, played after my mom died. It was the best performance game of his life. He had dedicated the game to his grandmother’s memory. Most boys have a special love for football. Boys and football seem to go together.
This weekend I saw something else displayed about the game. It wasn’t the interception made by, Barry, although that was fantastic with just a few seconds in the first half. It wasn’t even the great run Oliver, one of my younger grandsons, made at his tag-football game. It was the compassion of a young man who patiently spent a Saturday afternoon teaching six-old boys the game.
It’s Monday, you all have the opportunity to show a kindness to those you’re in contact with. Intercept that blessing, run with a Fruit of the Spirit and make a touch down that could change a life.
What a great post! It is people who care that change the world!