I was coming home from the grocery store earlier today when I came across our elderly neighbor, Bob, trimming the branches on the trees that run along the long lane that we both live on. Usually he has his grandson or my sisters out there to help but today he was all by himself. So I took the groceries in and walked out to help. And I came to realize, while shoving sticks into the back of his truck, that we need to serve, not expect to be served.
Bob is eighty years old, a Southern Baptist of strong Carolina stock. And he's spent his entire life serving others. For his eightieth birthday, his daughter sent out a letter asking for people to do good deeds in her father's name instead of giving him gifts. This touched his heart more than any material thing ever could.
Jesus Himself was a servant and washed His disciples feet as they prepared for the Passover. Jesus is the Lord of all creation, but He humbled himself to one of the nastiest jobs of the time. "For the Son of Man came to serve, not to be served." There are so many things that we can do to serve and all we have to do is open our eyes, and our hearts, to see them.
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