The measure of goodness?


My friend, may I ask you a question? As we sort through the many opportunities that God gives us in this life to do good, how easy it would be to let things pile up, waiting for a better time and place to do good? Does procrastination on doing good, give us a good excuse to dispose of doing good altogether?

My friend, life's a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.

Here at Beech Springs I save everything and put it in a neat pile on the corner of my office desk. After a few months the pile grow so large it begins to tip over. That's the indicator that I normally wait for before actually sorting through the pile to discover what could or should be saved and what ought to be tossed out. The rule of thumb for people like myself is that everything is important initially, so nothing is thrown out unless it is, of course, junk mail. After the passage of an appropriate amount of time, what was marginally important will become unimportant. So in the end, the pile will be cut down to size. There is the option of taking the entire pile and disposing of it quickly and cleanly. I am not predisposed to this. I'm of the opinion that in every pile of marginally important things resides at least a few keepers.

As we sort through the many opportunities that God gives us in this life to do good, how easy it would be to let the pile tip, giving us a good excuse to dispose of it altogether.

Here's a story: In 1964, Margaret Powers wrote a poem called "Footprints." She placed it in an envelope and mailed it to herself, a procedure used to establish copyright. In 1980, a box of poems was stolen from a moving truck. A year or so later, she saw "Footprints" etched on a plaque in a bookstore with the credit: "Author Unknown." Soon, she began to see the poem on greeting cards and in 1987, her friends tried to persuade her to take her case to court. "A lawsuit would have lasted a lifetime," she stated. "A court case could have taken the poem out of circulation. I would be the winner monetarily, but would I be a real winner?" In 1988, Hallmark was persuaded she was the author and began paying Margaret an annual fee. Margaret uses the royalties from her poem to fund her ministry in the poorest areas of Mexico. She fully believes the biblical warnings that rich people will be expected to account for use of their money. In retrospect, she con- siders herself blessed: "After all, when I'm dead and gone, will it really matter who wrote 'Footprints'?" (Peter Kennedy, ©2006)

Within the pile of opportunities that God gives you on a daily basis there's bound to be a few, real keepers. Margaret's situation seemed unfair, definitely not a pile of hope just waiting to be searched through. Yet, when she made the effort to sort through the situation she found a gem of pretty solid worth: the fact that her poem was being read. That's how doing good, serving as the hands of Christ, is often defined: a hidden gem of opportunity, just waiting among life's disposable situations to be discovered. Sort through your life today and look for those gems. They may not make you a winner, wealthy or famous, but, in the end, the measure of goodness is love, sometimes a hidden gem we can't afford to miss.

We pray. Heavenly Father. We submit ourselves to You, afresh, today. All that we are to be workers approved by You; rightly dividing the Word of Truth. Thank You for giving us Your Holy Spirit to teach us all things and to bringing to remembrance Your word that enables us to be, to be and to give our best in everything. Forgive us for just doing things to be just good enough. Help us to do all things Your way. We chose from this day forward to give and to do our best in everything that we may be a living epistle, rightly dividing the Word of Truth. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

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<markcbrunner@thispassingday.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

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