My grandfather was a preacher who lived out a simple life. Seemingly by choice, which also reflected his earnings and savings, there were no flash cars, no expensive restaurants, or much of anything which drew attention to himself. I am not sure he ever carried a credit card. His journey took him to America’s South to India where he lived for almost fifty years. During this time, because of his position within a church with a relatively large India presence, he had the opportunity to meet with great historical figures, Mahatma Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru and others, as well as several Indian Maharajahs.
When I was ten years old, I asked him what they were like. “They put their trousers on one leg at a time, just like you and me. They carry the same fears and doubts as we do. In all ways that matter, they are just like you and me”
Fast forward to the late 90s and the dirty basement of a pub in London. As we gathered for “pub church” on a Sunday, a homeless man wandered down, looking to see if anyone would buy him a pint. Without hesitation, the young pastor walked up, welcomed him, and offered him a pint before he had a chance to ask. As I joined the conversation, I found myself remembering my grandfather’s words and experiencing a lesson in unconditional acceptance.
In the age we find ourselves in, status, flash, and impressive statements of wealth often dominate. It might seem as if goodness and blessings only come to those who take first and often. Ironically, these will fade while the memories of the shared pint in Putney remain. A psalmist left us with a comment on the exclusivity of Divinity’s blessings – “He [Divinity] broadcasts hail like birdseed – who can survive his winter?” (Psalm 147.17).
In the quietness of a new dawn, I am struck by the contrast. Today is my opportunity to respond with care, kindness, and love to the individuals who cross my path. It is an opportunity I will not willingly waste.
