Love

I dropped by to pick up my cleaning on the way to the office. The cleaner I use is a little spot in a hidden-away strip mall run by a little Pilipino woman. She had married an American soldier many years ago, and he passed just last year. She doesn’t have to work, but it keeps her busy. We’ve developed quite a friendship. When I go in, she always greets me, “Good morning, Dr. Moore.” I’m always “Dr. Moore” to her in an almost condescending sort of way and I love it. This morning she said, “I put a little starch in your pants, you know, to give them more body.” I didn’t realize my pants needed more body, but I’m sure I look good in her work. She takes good care of me, and I will take good care of her by giving her my business.

When my parents were elderly, they had a routine. It was really two routines intertwined by which each took care of the other. Mom prepared food; Dad washed the dishes. Mom cleaned the house; Dad did the yardwork. It was kind of a traditional cut on things, but it was a way that these two, each failing in their own way, took care of each other.

The other day someone in my church asked if she could launch a pastoral care team. The congregation had had one in the past, so they had a foundation to build on. When I met with them the first time and we began visiting about the purpose of the group, every person there had a desire to take care of members of the congregation.

“Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God.” (from the New Testament: I John 4:7)

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