Encourager?


My friend, may I ask you a question? When we see others in need of the joy that we share because we are saved, washed in the blood of the Lamb, what is our reaction? Do we rush to their aid with words of hope? Or, do we silently pass by in the hope that someone else will lend that comfort?

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

When we see others in need of the joy that we share because we are saved, washed in the blood of the Lamb, what is our reaction? Do we rush to their aid with words of hope? Or, do we silently pass by in the hope that someone else will lend that comfort?

Unfortunately, we live in a society that makes it difficult to stop and “do” anything any more. Personal liability dictates that since we may offer the wrong word or espouse the clumsy action we ought not to stop and show kindness at all. The risks are too great. Let some social or civic service to that. What if we do or say the wrong thing? We would be culpable for our actions? Besides, you can never trust what the victim might do. Even worse, what would happen to us if we ended up looking foolish, even stupid in our efforts to offer encouragement to a downtrodden soul?

An elderly widow, restricted in her activities, was looking for a way to use the talents that God had given her. She was eager to serve Christ but just didn’t know how that eagerness could be coupled with action. After praying about this, she realized that she could bring blessing to others by playing the piano. She was a good pianist but was not able to actually bring her piano to others; they needed somehow to come to her. Knowing that this would not be very practical, she despaired that perhaps there was no way to accomplish her goal. Then she hit on an idea. She placed this small ad in the Oakland Tribune: “Pianist will play hymns by phone daily for those who are sick and despondent--the service is free.” The notice included the number to dial. She sat back and waited; wondering if anyone would call. Within days her phone began to ring. When people called, she would ask, “What hymn would you like to hear?” Within a few months her play- ing had brought cheer to several hundred people.