The church lessons today were all on service and, as we always do, C and I discussed the topic on our way home.
"How are we supposed to love all of our neighbors? Even the ones that murder?!" he wondered.
"Maybe the best love we can give them is to stop them from murdering anyone else?" I mused.
"Also," C continued, "how do I let people serve me? I don't need anyone to do anything for me!"
It's true. C is very self-sufficient, but whether he likes it or not I am going to cut his hair this week!
Anyway, I thought back on the previous week and all the ways C has given service to people around him. He stays at home most days, but he is always on the lookout for ways to help people. Mostly me, but he happened to provide a tremendous service to the neighborhood this week. He was inside the house cleaning out the front room (it's going to be my parlor!) and he smelled smoke. It didn't smell normal so he went outside to investigate, only to discover the next-door neighbor's front lawn on fire. No one was home, and all the dry oak leaves on the grass had been ignited by some passerby's cigarette (we guessed). Who knows how long it had been smoldering, and if left unchecked it could have caught the picket fence on fire and then the house. C retrieved a fire extinguisher from our house and put the fire out. One wonders how many cars had driven by and done nothing.
C served me last night when we went to the church to change the bulletin board, which is my job. I pretty much just sat and watched while he did all the work for me--stapling the fabric to the board, leveling the posters, hanging up the high things and then carrying everything out to the car when we were done. He even coached me at basketball when we took a break in the church gym.
And every day he serves the wild birds by putting a handful of sunflower seeds in the feeder out back.
Now he is serving his family by visiting his elderly parents, while I sit at home being anti-social. Almost as soon as he drove away, I wished I would have gone with him. But then again, I want to curl up under the electric blanket and watch Downton Abbey at nine. I think I have a lot to learn about service from my husband! I love him so.