I’ve only done a very shallow read of the Acts of the Apostles but I know it’s been said that it’s one of the most ideal portraits of a Christian community. The early believers took care of one another, they had zeal, they had a mission and they didn’t lose sight of it. They kept reminding one another of it, through their faith and through acts of service.
I’m giving “Oprah” a shallow watch as I do some research and ignore a sink full of dirty dishes. In a bit I’m going to go downstairs and look at the piles of clothes and books I still need to donate and I’ll likely feel overwhelmed, turn on my heels, go brush my teeth and find myself at 3 a.m. still wearing my yoga pants and T-shirt and my reading glasses.
But somewhere in the mix I will give pause to the weekend that was, to the warm faces and hushed tones of my beautiful church friends as we stealthily orchestrated a surprise birthday dinner for Loverpants. I will think of the sincere love they have for my children, and how they simply do not hesitate to ever answer a call for help. My church friends are really my church family and they not only remind me that Christian love is possible–they restore my faith over and over that it is real.
Burpday Boy + Baby Girl
Bon Chon yo.
BK: You, I love.
Photo credits to the talented Dr. Paul Yoo.