This weekend while at Wal-Mart, I looked down the aisle and was stopped in my tracks by what I saw. A man with one leg, an artificial arm, and a surgical mask stood there on crutches. He had a shopping basket in one hand and searched the rows for something. What can I do? I wondered.
I'd just sent my son Reed, 13, to get some rolls and frozen corn. When he returned, I said, "Look down there." I could tell his heart was filled with compassion. "Do you want to help him?" I asked. No hesitation. "Yes," he said.
So we headed toward him. What am I going to say? I wondered. It's not like I had a lot of time to figure it out.
"Hey, it looks like you've got everything under control," I started when I reached him. He looked intently at me. "But if you'd like some help, I'll loan you my son for awhile."
He said he was fine and that was really nice, but no thanks. "Well, it looks like you've got it under control." Thanks, he said, and have a nice day.
I have to say that sometimes my adolescent son can try my patience but he has such a sensitive spirit to God and he's eager to help people. For that I'm grateful to God…and in the end it's what matters most–not the funny looks he can give me when I tell him to do something, not the way he argues with his sister, and not anything else that's normal about being a young teenage boy. I'm pretty proud of how gutsy he is to step out and help–often without even being asked.
To hear stories of other kids who are reaching out to help others, check this out: http://www.childrensministry.com/backissues/detail.asp?ID=6703