On social media, I have many different friends, with many different points of views. We get along very well for the most part. Most of the time, we are in agreement, sometimes we are not. Agreement does not a friend make. I love discussion, as long as it does not get personal or verbally abusive.
A woman on my page today voiced an opinion about the ‘safety pin’ move. She ‘pfft’d’ the movement, and I felt she was quite negative about it. Her view was that if you wear the pin, you must be ready to help anyone and everyone who approaches you, and anyone you see in need of help. She felt that you needed to know all kinds of organizations and numbers in order to help anyone, and if you could not help with that, then you were basically no help at all. That actually made me a more than little sad.
My daughter has a heart made of marshmallows. It was exposed during many teachable moments.
Once after church, she made a comment about one of the sisters in the church. The comment was not nice, and had to do with her attire. This was a teachable moment.
We discussed quite a few things (my daughter loves to talk). Why might a person wear the same clothing ‘all the time’? How many children did she have? Was she married? What did we really know about her? Was any of it really our business, and did it really matter? We knew that she was a wonderful, kind, and patient person who was loyal to her friends and the church.
That very same day between services (yes, we stayed in church most of the day, lol), I took my daughter shopping. We used her savings, and some of my money, and bought clothing that we thought the sister might like. Everything.
After service, we asked to speak to the sister alone, took her out to our car, and presented her with our blessings for her. She was overjoyed and in tears that someone not only noticed, but DID something. There are all kinds of scriptural text to support what we did, but I will not get into them. I would rather we LIVE them. The lesson to my young one was this; if you see something, rather than talk about it, fix it if you can. And, do it in a manner that does not draw attention to the person, or yourself. That is not the reason we give. Our reward was watching that sister smile and receive compliments from others, week after week. Even now, we smile whenever we think about it. That lady was going through something, and we may never know how much that simple gesture helped her and let her know that ‘God’ is more than a theory for the afterlife, at least for us.
From that moment, we were tuned in for ways to be a help to others. When a dirty, drunk man stumbled up claiming hunger, we took him into a store and bought him something to eat. Many were happy for the meal, some cursed and shuffled off because what they actually wanted was the money.
I say all this to say that no, we cannot help everyone, and, there are many, many ways to help others. It may be a hug. It may be standing in silence and letting them sort things out for themselves. It might be calling an assistance program and waiting with them until other more qualified help comes to their aid. Wear your pin, and do what you can. Every little bit helps. There is no quantifying love. Together, if need be, we can build a whole new world. ❤