A Nation With The Soul Of The Church

There are still those people who give America that soul. There is a police officer who bought the homeless man’s shoes. When he noticed the man’s dirty bare feet in the cold winter day. The people who volunteered after hurricane Sandy, those that think nothing of themselves. When the morning comes with the sun peeking over the horizon after a long terrifying night of tornadoes that have ripped apart big cities and small country towns and neighbors leave the safety of home and grab chainsaws and food and water and basic needs and pack up their cars and head out to the impact zone to help their fellow neighbor asking for nothing in return. When the deep floodwaters rise and wipe out streets and businesses, homes, and families there are those that get out there with nothing more than a rowboat, cold sandwiches, bottled water or their own strength to help those hurting dig out, rebuild or provide a shoulder to cry on… and so many others. A family near and dear to me, their family who gave up everything and moved to Sierra Leone, Africa to labor in the heat and heartache to build homes for the orphans to love on the people of Africa and show Christ’s love and find they are “home”

Loving Your Neighbor As Yourself Gives Us The Soul Of The Church

It is found in the elderly neighbor next door who walks up and down the street with a trash bag picking up trash (that someone was too lazy to walk to a trash can and throw away). It is the man on the street that mows the widow’s yard and the people that bring a meal when times are tough. There is my dad who stopped and changed a waitresses tire so she could get to work on time and not lose her job. There is my mom who loves the broken people that are brought into her life. Even when she knows they can break her heart, like as so many others have done.