|Just a little dab will do you|
By Jim Langham
Chimes were sounding from the tower of a large university several years ago as I went for a stroll in the early spring sun.
Students, caught in the spirit of the early seasonal warmth were sun-bathing on benches. Others were riding bikes to class while others stopped for a quick sandwich at a sorority fund-raiser.
With camera in hand, I attempted to frame a picture of fresh spring flowers surrounded by blossoming magnolia trees. Suddenly, a student tapped me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me,” he said, “but could you tell me what time it is?”
“Three-forty,” I replied.
But, that wasn’t the end of our conversation. With a flash of bewilderment in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Sir, you’re bleeding.”
I was? Where?
“Right there,” he said, pointing to my forehead.
Apparently, I had scratched my forehead on a twig somewhere in my picture-taking efforts and there was just a dab of blood there. In fact, it was so small that I couldn’t find it with my handkerchief at first.
Finally, the lad said, “Here, let me do it for you.”
Very gently he took the cloth and dabbed blood about the size of a small seed. My heart was immediately touched by his compassion for such a small wound.
That compassion left behind a lesson in how we should care about the small hurts in each other as well as the large pains. Through the actions of the caring student, I realized that a lesson had just been innocently carried out in front of my eyes illustrating the importance of being willing to stop in our busy tracks and respond to the needs of those around us.
I reflected on the words of the Apostle Paul who told us that when we share in the burdens of others, we are becoming the love of Jesus to others.
Often in our busyness, we tend to overlook the children, exasperated mothers or elderly people in wheelchairs. If the pain is not overwhelming and immediate, we tend to cast it off as, “one of those things.”
The reach of a child, a phone call from a frustrated friend, a simple prayer request, a fevered brow, small cuts, tiny cries of help like the old commercial, “Just a little dab will do ya.”
Just a dab. An encouragement card, a prayer, a call of support, a show of concern, can change the entire day.
I’m reminded of the story in the New Testament where a humble woman brought the only thing she had to give. It was a small bottle of perfume.
She fought her way through the crowd, knelt down on her knees and poured it over the feet of the Master that she adored. He was so moved by that “little dab” that He asked that it be included in the Gospel account to be read to generations to come.
Just a little dab, like the one on a college campus that spring day, but it served as a reminder of hurting hearts within a “dab’s touch” of our hearts that could use a little tenderness for the hurt of their day.
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