I was driving to the Presbytery office this morning in the snow. The wipers were going, and the radio was tuned to a channel that would update the traffic and weather. My cell phone was ringing, but I did not hear it until the call had gone to voice mail. I pulled off the road to check the call. (Before you put me on the list of the sanctified for stopping to use my cell, I pulled off at a Dunkin Donuts.)
An elder had called because he had been notified that one of our members had not responded to that web of morning calls that goes on at scheduled times to make sure that each has been blessed with another day. I said that it was okay, she had gone off to visit her sister. Some time later, the elder called and said no, her car was at her apartment building. (Our elders also serve the deacon role.) Eventually, the Superintendent went and checked, and yes she was there. She had not gone on the trip and had been in the shower or something. But someone went out in the snow and drove over to her apartment to make sure that she was okay even when it was expected that she was away.
If we could just bottle this kind of love of neighbor, it would be amazing. And we would not be a small church if we spread that love out to a few more people.
