Last night was horrific but I came out of it. I cooked at home to take the food to Baptist Student Center for the International Students and Matt Porter came to pick me up. Like an idiot, I locked the door and forgot my purse. So when Matt brought me home at 8, I could not find the outside key and we had to call a locksmith. We sat in the truck for an hour and waited and then he came. He was professional, sitting on a bucket, using an invention of a flashlight, and we finally got in. Matt was great and stayed with me through it all and I was never so glad to be in my house.
It brought back such warm thoughts. How lucky I am to have people who care about me like Matt, and Bruce Gentry and then, when I put my idiocy on FB, how many people wrote back, Henry and Tammy Sessoms were out in the cold calling a locksmith for me and coming over. Lynette Williamson texted me that she would come over and get me. As the word went forth, I felt a camaderie about even a simple little thing about being locked out of my house.
And the message that Bruce Gentry gave at Chapel came through: Friendship. He used the story of Elijah and Elisha and how Elisha refused to let the great prophet go. That's what friendship is. The point I took with me, that I had never encountered mentally, was his connection with the passage in John when Christ said "Love your neighbor!" No following the mounds of Scripture or religious tradition --just love your neighbor! I hope that I can remember that foremost!
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