Two events in the past twenty-four hours have reminded me of a gentle truth that I often forget. Revelations rarely come in when we expect them to. Most of the time, revelations are found in the small, seemingly insignificant, events of our lives where few pay attention. The actions when help is needed and the ability to gift another with a smile paint a vivid picture of the hearts around me.
If someone was to ask me about he process, I would tell of the way actions taken without strings or conditions conveyed far more than intended. I would talk of how my heart and soul were touched with an invisible hand that altered my life view. Using words to try and describe something experiential, I would look up and say that through these actions I have “learn your name: “God,” the one and only High God on earth.” (Psalm 83.18)
I continue to find gates along the path I walk. These gates open doors to new ideas, ways of thinking about life, and even ways of seeing the present. Some look good but are anything but. Others, driven by the individual actions and the outcomes felt by the community, are wonderful gateways filled with beauty, wonder, and truth. Even as I write, I can close my eyes and see Compassion in action. I can hear the reactions of individuals touched by Mercy.
I also find that there are others looking for the gates that I have found. Telling them what they will find is rarely the answer. The recent reminders point me to the response that always works – live, act, and do the stuff of compassion, caring, and community. Through the actions of others, I was taken to the gate. Along the way, I find myself stumbling over the universal calling to repeat the process.
As I look out on a new day, I see opportunities. I am thankful for the smiles others have left with me, each a measure of courage. I look forward to repaying the actions of others by following their example.