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Those We Don’t Know

“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” –Hebrews 13:2 (NIV)

I recently started a new job, and have been working to meet students and their families, in addition to getting a good start on the massive amount of work that I have to do.  Preacherman and I work at the same school, so while students know me as “Mrs. Almond”, they also know me as “Mr. Almond’s wife”.

The other day, I was in the front office talking with one of our office assistants about a meeting that I was scheduled to have with a parent.  While there, I see one of Preacherman’s students who was signing in with her mother.  I smiled and greeted both of them, and the student smiled and waved back.  Her mother asked her who I was, to which the student replied, “Oh, that’s Mr. Almond’s wife, she works here too.”  The mother then replied, “Oh, I don’t know her”, and didn’t return my greeting or even continue to look in my direction.

I found this to be interesting and upsetting, mainly because I don’t believe that it is a requirement for me to know someone in order to return their politeness, or be polite in general.  But I also thought it was upsetting because of the example that it set for her daughter.  While I agree that we should teach our children to be wary of strangers, I also believe that we can teach them that we are kind and polite people.

However, this situation also made me reflect on how I treat people I don’t know.  This parent had no idea that I am the person who will be working with her and her daughter for the next few years to ensure that she gets into a good high school and a good college.  To the mother, I was just someone she didn’t know.  But how often have I just dismissed someone I didn’t know, who was actually appointed to help me get to the next level?  How often have I been less than kind, polite, or welcoming to someone who is new just because “I don’t know them”?

The truth is that it’s more often than I care to admit.  But, another harsh truth is that if we are going to be serious about doing the work of the Lord, we have to be mindful of how we treat others- whether we know them or not.  We are called to “love our neighbor we love ourselves“, and sometimes our neighbors are those we don’t know.  It doesn’t make them any less deserving to be shown the love of God and his kindness as others have shown to us.

Being in a new city, there are many people that I don’t know, and after this encounter, I feel especially challenged to demonstrate the love of God and his kindness in my interactions with those I don’t know- new coworkers, the cashier at Walmart, the family in the aisle with me at the grocery store.  If not me, then who?  If not now, then when?  More than ever people need to feel and see the love of God from and in others- and I want it to start with me.

Be encouraged!  Peace and blessings!

“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’” – Matthew 25: 35-40 (NIV)

 


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She Used to Wait Up For Me…

There are many things that I remember about her.

She loved green.  All shades of it.

Elephants were her favorite animal, and her house had them everywhere.  She found an elephant to fill every nook and cranny, and had elephants from all part of the world.  If you were traveling somewhere and she knew it, she’d request an elephant.

She believed in education, and was a lifelong educator.  From holding her own summer camp in the basement of her church, to forcing me to read every section of the newspaper to her aloud, to working with neighborhood kids years after formally retiring from her role at E.K. Powe Elementary School.  

And while all of those are wonderful memories, what I remember most is that she used to wait up for me.

You see, when I was in graduate school, I worked at a hotel/conference center on campus, and I often worked 2nd shift after my classes.  After getting off work at 11pm (or shortly thereafter), I would call her and we would talk about my classes, current events, the Lord, and whatever else came to mind.  

She always waited up for me.  Even as her health waned, she waited up for me.  And in those last days, as her body wouldn’t allow her to wait up for me, she waited for me to call each day, always ending the conversation with the verse that we had been proclaiming since she had become sick: “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

She’s been gone for 7 years now, and there are still times where I want to make that late night phone call.  I want to tell her about my day, my students, my husband, my coursework, my life.  I want to hear her voice and her encouragement.  I want to hear her laugh.  I want to remind me that “Tough times don’t last, but tough people do.” 

There are so many things that I could selfishly wish for, but mostly, I just wish she was still waiting up for me.  Oh how I’d love to make that phone call.

In Honor of my Grandmother, Mrs. Mildred Eleanor Roberts Davis

August 20, 1935 – July 8, 2006