While
she was alive my mother was known as the generous lady. If you had a problem, a
pressing need, some issue you couldn’t see yourself out of on your own, it was
common knowledge that you went to ‘the lady with the orphanage’ and if there
was any way that she could help you, she would.
Even
when there was no money to give out, there was always a sympathetic ear, a hug,
a shared cry, and for many these gestures of heartfelt empathy were enough,
because they realized someone actually did care, someone actually did take an
interest.
We
garner reputations by the way we live our lives both within the household of
faith and without. Are you known as the guy with the face tattoo and eye
piercings, or the guy who spends much of his free time reading to the elderly
in the retirement home? Are you known as the lady who screamed at the bag boy
for bagging your groceries in paper instead of plastic bags, or as the lady who
makes Christmas boxes throughout the year for the poor kids in the community?
Our
actions define us more than our words ever will. I can tell everyone within
earshot that I am generous and magnanimous, that I give of myself, of my time,
and of my resources, or I can do these things consistently without bothering to
see if anyone is noticing, and eventually you will be known for it, because men
notice.
Men
likewise notice when we call ourselves believers, Christians, followers of
Christ, and soldiers of the cross, yet equal them in their thirst for
debauchery and lawlessness.
It
is the same within the household of faith.
If
you are always the one comforting the bruised and broken, if you are always the
one reaching out a hand to help those who have stumbled, the body will take
note, and you will be identified as one who has fervent love for the brethren,
and as one who realizes that when one member suffers, the whole body suffers.
Likewise,
if you are always the one beating a brother when he’s down, if you’re always
the one trying to trip everyone else up just to get a few paces ahead of the
crowd, it will be noted, and you will likewise be labeled as what you rightly
are.
Are
you a defender of the Gospel, or are you a cowardly lemming trying to keep from
being seen and singled out? Your actions will determine how you are perceived,
not the words you speak about yourself.
I
am a man of words, but I also realize the futility of words, especially when it
comes to the titles we afford ourselves and the accolades we shower upon
ourselves. There’s a reason public relations firms make so much money, and it’s
not because they tell the truth about their clients.
It
is because those who hire such companies have no substantial accomplishments,
and are not known for anything they’ve done in life, that they must resort to
fanciful reinterpretations of their endeavors, and downright lies to make them
seem more than they are.
An individual whose
accomplishments are evident need not brag or boast about themselves, nor do
they need to publicize what they do. They will be known organically, by their
very nature, because eventually who you are, what you are, will be made clear
to one and all, whether to your glory or to your shame. With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
3 comments:
I bet I know why we haven't heard from you for awhile. You are out working yourself to exhaustion shoving cars out of snowbanks, etc, in the process of delivering firewood and other necessities. God bless you, know that we are praying for strength and endurance for these efforts and for God to provide enough for those who need it most.
Dear Michael,
My husband and I look forward to reading your insightful teachings. We are praying for you and your family that all is well with you. Thank you for being faithful to what the Lord lays on your heart to share. May God continue to bless you.
Blessings, Vicki
The Lord has had me hitchhike the United States for most of the past 18 years. I have hitchhiked through Idaho many times over the years.
This one guy named Pete Rudolf has picked me up twice in the past two or three years. He is a very devoted Christian (he doesn't like the term "Christian" because he says it is so watered down, so he calls himself a disciple of Christ) and he is from Kooskia, Idaho. When I first met him (and also the second time), he spoke very powerfully in the Holy Ghost. He works as a plumber.
Pete is originally from Romania and he met Dimitru Duduman many years ago in Romania. Just thought you would like to know. It is a small world.
"A Disciple of Christ"
https://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/a-disciple-of-christ/
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