Namaste?

(09.22.21– Honoring –Romans 12:10)

My friend, may I ask you a question? I was and probably always will be a stranger to most people I meet. But, even as a stranger doesn’t something relational occur?

My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I'm M. Clifford Brunner.

Yesterday, as I was crossing a downtown, West Bend, street on my way to the Post Office, I had made it about halfway across the crosswalk when, I spied a pickup truck heading right for me. I knew I was a pedestrian and had the right of way, but I probably should have gauged the traffic a bit more accurately before venturing into the street. I felt vulnerable. If I had been that truck driver I would have been, well, annoyed. I stopped for a moment, sensing the peril I had put myself in, and looked up at the driver, a young man with a back-turned baseball cap twisted off to the side. Expecting a scowl I was greeted with a smile and a very friendly wave of the hand. Even though he had stopped in traffic to let me safely pass, he didn't seem flustered at all. I entered the post office buoyed by the experience. That wave and smile honored me, made feel in some sense like that boy's friend, and my step was a bit more strident.

I was and probably always will be a stranger to that boy. But, even as a stranger something relational had occurred.

A thought from Steve Goodier: The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did grocery shopping. She asked if she could pay with an out of state check. "We just moved here," she explained." They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her checkbook, she discovered she had left it at home. All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook." "Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them." We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her as if she were a VIP. She was somebody! We are all, important and should be treated with honor and respect. (Steve Goodier)

"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting. From Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." What a remark- able thing it would be to actually "bow" to each person we meet; like that young truck driver! Nobody would go unnoticed and everybody would count. Try this: for one, month, treat everybody you meet as if he or she is the most important person in the world. The clerk in the grocery store, your spouse and children, strangers – bow, as it were, wave and smile to each. By your words and actions, communicate to them how important they are to you. Show great respect and kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships! You may not single-handedly solve the problems of the world, but in one small way at least, you will make a great difference. "Namaste my friend, namaste!"

We pray. Heavenly Father, Lord, thank you for letting us work with you to share your joy with the world. Help us not take for granted the gift it is to share you gospel to the nations, and to our neighbors. Help us have eyes to see the needs around us and to respond to those needs in joy and hope. Thank you so much Lord for your love and care over us. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to ”This Passing Day!”

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

Namaste?

(09.22.21– Honoring –Romans 12:10)

My friend, may I ask you a question? I was and probably always will be a stranger to most people I meet. But, even as a stranger doesn’t something relational occur?

My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I'm M. Clifford Brunner.

Yesterday, as I was crossing a downtown, West Bend, street on my way to the Post Office, I had made it about halfway across the crosswalk when, I spied a pickup truck heading right for me. I knew I was a pedestrian and had the right of way, but I probably should have gauged the traffic a bit more accurately before venturing into the street. I felt vulnerable. If I had been that truck driver I would have been, well, annoyed. I stopped for a moment, sensing the peril I had put myself in, and looked up at the driver, a young man with a back-turned baseball cap twisted off to the side. Expecting a scowl I was greeted with a smile and a very friendly wave of the hand. Even though he had stopped in traffic to let me safely pass, he didn't seem flustered at all. I entered the post office buoyed by the experience. That wave and smile honored me, made feel in some sense like that boy's friend, and my step was a bit more strident.

I was and probably always will be a stranger to that boy. But, even as a stranger something relational had occurred.

A thought from Steve Goodier: The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did grocery shopping. She asked if she could pay with an out of state check. "We just moved here," she explained." They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her checkbook, she discovered she had left it at home. All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook." "Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them." We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her as if she were a VIP. She was somebody! We are all, important and should be treated with honor and respect. (Steve Goodier)

"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting. From Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." What a remark- able thing it would be to actually "bow" to each person we meet; like that young truck driver! Nobody would go unnoticed and everybody would count. Try this: for one, month, treat everybody you meet as if he or she is the most important person in the world. The clerk in the grocery store, your spouse and children, strangers – bow, as it were, wave and smile to each. By your words and actions, communicate to them how important they are to you. Show great respect and kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships! You may not single-handedly solve the problems of the world, but in one small way at least, you will make a great difference. "Namaste my friend, namaste!"

We pray. Heavenly Father, Lord, thank you for letting us work with you to share your joy with the world. Help us not take for granted the gift it is to share you gospel to the nations, and to our neighbors. Help us have eyes to see the needs around us and to respond to those needs in joy and hope. Thank you so much Lord for your love and care over us. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. In Jesus name we pray. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to ”This Passing Day!”

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.