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| I saw the power of a thousand small acts at Miriam’s funeral last week. I saw something I had not seen for a long time—people from all different walks of life speaking to each other. Speaking with hope and purpose. I talked with teachers who worked with her in an inner-city elementary school, teachers who were so tired from their impossible work. They talked about how Miriam would stay after class, how she would never give up on a student. What were they going to do without her? I talked to some of the mothers whose children she taught. They spoke of how she worked to help the children learn English. They held in their hands the notes she wrote to them in Khmer or Laotian or Thai. Over four hundred people, representing six different ethnic groups, came that day, to honor a quiet woman who never sought the limelight, who refused to call attention to herself. They came to honor a woman who never sought out that honor. Quiet deeds of kindness. Small, subversive acts of obedience to the only Lord. Tiny drops of water that make a mighty river. REST STOP #2: A Guided Meditation on Acts 3:1-10 It’s first century Palestine. Imagine yourself walking down a crowded street on a hot, dusty day. You are winding your way to the Temple. You are alone, and yet not alone, as many others walk in the same direction, going to the same destination. Amidst the clatter of many feet, there is almost a quiet hush, a sense of reverence as you get closer. Continued... |
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