Son of Man

Sunday

7:30 am

For reasons to publish, reflection, or rudimentary scribble in cleaning lingual bladder - a story of recollection from living on the road during June of 2013:

In Monroe, Washington, Marilyn (my cat) and I stopped on a concrete footpath that led into a convenience store to dial back and have a smoke (she forsook the latter).
This store coupled as a fuel station; passing of people paying inside, buying snacks, or to the perimeter for a quick drag. 

A young family passes us from the store back to their vehicle, young kids dragging their feet, twisting in a double take to see "is that a cat?!" 

Doors shut, latch opens, nozzle trigger releases, engine starts to hum.

Light footsteps and a brief voice; their son (no older than six), comes over to hand me cash - without fear of confusion or trembling - &c.

[November 9, 2014]

What compelled my sharing of this story, was the study of this occurrence impressing on me about parenting style: to encourage a lifestyle of generosity, along with the obedience of their son in a call to love.

Further than the money, what it could afford, or anything devoid of the like - was the jewel of value that registered longstanding in my existence - a compassion in household and choice to live out generosity in trusting obedience by their son.

At church, last week (November 2), the congregation was challenged to take a portion of cash (given to them), and plant a seed of loving justice by generosity into the community. 

During this telling of story, I was brought to mind the challenge with Church, inspiring me to shine a personal light from an engraved experience at how a seed of generosity grew in the garden of my life.