At times I am downright bored with my life. Of the great things I want to accomplish none do I envision occurring here where I am or now—in this time. Surely I will achieve great things when I have reached great heights of influence, or when I have matured sufficiently to truly deserve a voice. Surely what little I contribute is lost among the noise and blur of life.
And then through the malaise a whispered voice reminded me that I have touched a life, a small note reminded me that, even now, I am doing great things in small ways. And as the Father has granted, that is enough. George Elliot’s words are worth pondering:
“[Dorothea’s] full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” George Elliot – Middlemarch
The truth is the words and actions of the most inconsequential people we have met have shaped us in inestimable ways for good or bad. In the same way our own words of encouragement and acts of love may travel well beyond our own sphere. The faithfulness to love as Christ loved, to give as Christ gave to all those we encounter is heroic. It is the doing of great things in small ways.
Deut. 10:12, Josh. 24:15, Zech. 4:10, Matt. 25:45,
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