kindness.

I was stumped as to what I was going to write tonight, when a mutual friend of mine posted a little story about my nephew. D is a great kid. Fun-loving, athletic, smart, hysterical, and apparently very kind. Now, we all know how much he loves his family and friends, but this story took his kindness beyond…

He has become influential in the life of a younger kid on his bus. He has been sweet to him in ways that the young boy goes home multiple times a week and talks about D. In fact, he makes sure to pack his library books so that D can read to him on the way to school.

Now, I will admit that I am a proud aunt, but this hit me more than the typical. I am proud when D wins awards in hockey. Or when nephew L gets distinguished honor roll. But reading the comments other moms in that community were writing stirred something in me.

The story first appeared on a community website. The mother of the young student wanting to find and thank D’s parents for a job well done. In telling this story, other moms wanted to find out who it was. Who is this kid? Do I know him? How can we reward him? And it hit me. Kindness moves us. Reading those sentiments sent tears down my cheeks.

D’s kind actions were nothing to him. Of course he was nice! Of course he reads to the boy! (I am assuming here…but I bet it is something like that.) D didn’t plan and work hard to do that. It was just the right thing to do. But hearing stories of others kindnesses moves us…why?

I think it is God stirring our hearts. That old song says, “it’s your kindness that leads us to repentance, oh Lord…” And I think the movement is the beginning. We love stories of acts of kindness. Remember the whole Random Acts of Kindness thing? It’s a good thing….but again, why? We desire to be kind, and to be treated kindly. But we realize our falling-short. And we surely recognize other’s failings… When the truth is that we can only be kind because He has been kind.

It always seems cliche to say that we need to become like little children, but isn’t it true? I can’t wait to see D and hug him and thank him for showing me Jesus by being kind to the boy on the bus.

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