After the rain?


My friend, may I ask you a question? Is there that precious, opportunistic moment when a gentle hand by a touch on the shoulder is able to magically remove the sting of failure from the midst of defeat? Perhaps there’s is something about a shoulder that invites attention when we are slumped in sorrow, embarrassment or exhaustion?

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

There is that precious, opportunistic moment when a gentle hand by a touch on the shoulder is able to magically remove the sting of failure from the midst of defeat. There is something about a shoulder that invites attention when we are slumped in sorrow, embarrassment or exhaustion. Shoulders drop when the heart aches. Shoulders stoop when the head falls. Signposts by which others must know there is a disaster brewing within. The funny thing about it is that the same sign affects different people in different ways.

There are those people who avoid contact when others are hurting. It’s almost as if they sense that whatever it is that they have, they don’t want it to be transmitted to them. “If pain and defeat look like this, I certainly don’t want any part of it.” Then there are those who, upon seeing someone else downtrodden, identify all too clearly with the emotion. They feel it in their hearts and reflect upon a time when they too were so stricken. “That hurts and the more and more I look at it, the more I remember my own hurt.” They are quick to move on. But, thank God, there are those who are drawn to the slumped shoulder of the wounded warrior. They see it as an opportunity to intervene and stop the hurt. They see it as a way of lifting someone up, even transferring some of that pain to themselves in order to keep the warrior standing.

Edward Steichen, who eventually became one of the world’s most renowned photographers, almost gave up on the day he shot his first pictures. At 16, young Steichen bought a camera and took 50 photos. Only one turned out -- a portrait of his sister at the piano. Edward's father thought that was a poor showing. But his mother insisted that the photograph of his sister was so beautiful that it more than compensated for 49 failures. Her encouragement convinced the youngster to stick with his new hobby. He stayed with it for the rest of his life, but it had been a close call. What tipped the scales? The vision to spot excellence in the midst of a lot of failure. (Bits & Pieces, February 4, 1993, pp. 4-5.)

We can express our love for others in many ways. There is, perhaps, no greater and more meaningful way of showing we care than making sure that we are always on the lookout for the person with the slumped shoulders, the hanging head and the tear-streaked cheek. It may seem like an invasion and at first there is a certain level of discomfort when we enter into the realm of despair. But, once in, just our presence can do more for a sorrowful spirit than almost anything else. We run into people every day that need our gentle hand; people who simply long for that touch on the shoulder and that reassuring word. Paul teaches us that substituting ourselves for their hurt is the way of the righteous. When we see others who have done wrong and slipped into hurt, this is nothing less than an opportunity for a Christian to enter in and thereby open the path to healing and restoration. You can put your hand to no finer task than grasping the shoulder of a brother or sister warrior in Christ who may be hurting today. Your touch can become the sunshine that follows the rain.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own" (Matt 6:34)

We pray. Lord teach us that there is always someone who needs us, especially a brother or sister in Christ. Make us watchful, ready to share and, Lord, especially willing to carry someone else burden. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!

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

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