I listen to the words being offered around the table, unsure who I should believe. Several of the ideas proposed were idealistic and well intentioned. As attractive as they seem, there is a big doubt sitting right in front of them. However, there was no evidence in the actions of the speakers that s/he has ever put their words into action. The choices proposed at this table are not compelling options to be embraced.
As I reflect on the discussion and the days ahead, I find myself wrestling with choices. Do I go left or right, towards the debate or back away? I replay the discussions only to find myself looking in the mirror and considering the past. I realize I am looking for the foundation on which I can place my trust, who I can have faith in.
There are reminder whispers, taking me back to stories and experiences I had long forgotten. In each, there is a connection between wisdom and walk. Wisdom is always closest to those walking a path which describes and echoes wisdom words.
As the reflection takes me to a fresh discovery, I catch myself smiling at the words left for me centuries ago. “Do I hear you professing to believe in the one and only God, but then observe you complacently sitting back as if you had done something wonderful? That’s just great. Demons do that, but what good does it do them?” (James 2.19)
Wisdom and truth are heard most clearly in the quiet steps taken in care, kindness, and love. Every action is a reminder of the power in kindness. Each step gives context to what it means to care. With love forming the intent and the result, belief in the power to make a difference is nurtured and strengthened.
In the quietness of an action taken when nobody was watching, the truth of one’s convictions is on full display. No amplifier is needed, grand gestures will not make it different. The story of our lives is written in the difference we make to those around us.
