It is far too easy to believe that it is there is power in what we say. We want to believe in our logic, the command of facts, and even in how we say it. While each of these elements has a role and place, most of the time people believe because of something else. They believe because of “who” is telling them the story. It is in the personal witness that most people accept something as factual, useful, or instructive, not the words themselves.
I often wonder why kids don’t get the respect they deserve. I find kids are often faster, smarter, and cleverer than we with more years are. The problem is their age, or lack of it. The challenge is their hair, not enough gray. The dilemma is their attitude, at least what those of us who are older hear in their tones, understand through their music, and anticipate with their driving. Combine the elements and you have someone who does not show the proper respect, talks before listening (at least to me), and hasn’t taken yesterdays advice (lecture?). So the words, logic, and reasoning have little power to the people who often could use it most.
It is amazing what people, young and old, can teach others. A smile during a period of adversity reminds us of the optimism and hope that God gives freely. A gentle hug tells us we are loved and part of a family. A question is often an invitation into relationships that we have forgotten or neglected. The list goes on and on if we are open to what others can share.
Have you ever thought how small the box is in which we see God? Imagine what could happen if we open ourselves up! Imagine if those around us, and God directly, could share everything that is on their hearts. Imagine if you can…
“Many of the Samaritans from that village committed themselves to him because of the woman's witness: ‘He knew all about the things I did. He knows me inside and out!’” (John 4.39)
