For Those Who Pack So Others Can Fly

 

After staring at this blinking cursor all morning, with nary a blog post idea in site, my two nieces, ages 10 and 8, came into the front room of my mom’s house.

Hey girls, I can’t think of a blog post for Monday. Maybe you should help me, I said.

I told them I try to help people get to know God better.

Tell them, “God has a Son and his name is Jesus,” said the 8-year-old.

I told her I thought you probably already knew that.

Then Sarah told me whatever I did, not to write about love.

One time we had this visiting preacher, and all he talked about was love. Love, love, love, love, love, she said. We have to take sermon notes and mark certain words we hear, and we wrote love so many times it went off the page.

So you are not going to hear about love on this blog post today. No sir.

Okay, then what was the best sermon you ever heard? I asked.

The younger said it was the sermon about packing parachutes. But you wouldn’t know that, she said.

Claire, that’s not very nice to say, said the firstborn.

Oh, sorry, said Claire.

So apparently the preacher told about this guy who went into a restaurant and met up with this other guy who seemed to know all about him.

How do you know about me? he asked.

Because I’m the one who packed your parachute, said the other man. I wondered if you landed safely.

Claire said the point was that doing little things can make a big difference.

Of course, she doesn’t know I just wrote a blog post last week with that exact title. But maybe it won’t hurt to hear the same message twice, once from an old blogger woman and once from two cute girls.

All the behind-the-scenes work, like the “little” job of parachute packing or maybe cold lunch packing, is a service that adds value to someone else’s life. It matters.

 …Serve one another…  (Galatians 5:13  HCSB)

We don’t have to be the ones with the glamorous jobs to be vital. It’s no small thing to help someone else live.

A huge shout out to Sarah and Claire. Thanks for the blog help, girls!