In the act of receiving, I often find myself celebrating, easily forgetting what comes next, responsibility.
In the act of receiving the title to my first Harley Davidson, I celebrated “Big Moma” (the bike’s name). I had no idea what followed receipt. I had joined a family and had, innocently, accepted the responsibilities which came with being a member.
In the act of receiving title to a used car several years ago in Abu Dhabi, I discovered I was legally responsible for keeping her clean. If I failed, a citation and fine would follow.
In every outcome, my recent yes to an opportunity comes to mind, in my act of acceptance I also embraced a responsibility for what followed.
Some may see this as a burden. I disagree with this view. One is always free to reject an offer. As a member of my community, in accepting anything, I am willingly embracing the responsibilities which come with it. This applies to the family rules in how Harley owners treat each other (acknowledgement, respect, and above all care and kindness), to regularly washing my car, and more.
The psalmist notes how Divinity “handed the land over to Israel. His love never quits.” (Psalm 136.22) My addition would be this, “given in love, received in love, and committed in love.” Commitment is, in this context, a willing responsibility to always act with care, kindness, and compassion.
The reminders I find myself reviewing each morning include the following.
Bring my “A” game to each day. Each day is a gift. If accepted, I find I have a responsibility to make it as good as it can be. I hear the calling to do everything within my power to lift and support the people and the community we represent.
Recognize my accountability to use my talents, heart, and intellect for good. This wraps the acts of lifting and supporting others with god-like intent. I know I will not always be perfect; each imperfection is a gift to learn and grow.
Always stay in the game. Be a source for good.
