I was perusing my Facebook feed the over the weekend when one post jumped out at me. A former co-worker of mine named Charity had her car stolen. But not only had her car been stolen, so had all of her kids' Christmas presents that she had hidden in the trunk.
Her first post was understandably sarcastic and angry.
"To the person who stole my car last night, merry Christmas," she wrote. "I really hope you enjoy that full tank of gas, and I hope my car treats you as nicely as it's treated me. May your holiday be perfect; I sincerely hope you've found everything you needed in the trunk of my car."
As they weekend wore on, however, Charity had some time to think. And her friends and family stepped up to show their love. Charity still (obviously) wanted her car back, but her desire to get back at the person who took it began to fade. In her next post, she wrote:
I was taught a very valuable lesson today in humility, accepting charity and letting go. There's something about having your car stolen that is very violating. But in the end, it's just another possession that can ultimately be replaced. The things in my car can be replaced. It's out of my hands, and now, I move forward. I'm safe, my kids are safe, and really, that's the only thing that matters. So I accept that, I take a deep breath, and I continue on in this crazy ride called life.
As more time passed, more people stepped up to help. The charity that Charity and her family received was overwhelming. Because of the love of others, she is now able to give her kids a Christmas bigger than she would have been able to give them otherwise, and the blessing she received is something she'll never forget. She posted again:
So this weekend has been full of emotions. The disbelief that my car was stolen. The despair upon remembering that my kids' Christmas was in said car. The anger of being so violated. The letting go of things I cannot control. The overwhelming feeling of love as people both close and simply acquaintances have come together to support me and help me provide my kids with a better Christmas than they would've had in the beginning. I will never (ever) be able to adequately express to everyone what your actions have meant to me. I am humbled and in awe of what has been given to my family in just 48 hours. God has truly blessed me, not because of the stuff, but because he's reminded me that I'm loved, and he will provide. I can only hope that I have the opportunity to pay it forward so someone else can feel this same amount of love.
Our world is filled with people who are struggling. They need help. They need to be loved. They don't need us to help them only if we feel like it. They don't need us to help them only if it makes us look good. They don't need us to help them expecting something in return. They don't need us to help them just so that we can brag about ourselves later. They just need our help. They just need us to show them love.
We live—and will always live—in an imperfect world. Not every wrong will be made right. Not everyone will find justice, and life isn't fair. We can't fix every problem, but we can do our best to show love to everyone we meet. Maybe, just maybe, if we did that, there would be fewer problems needing to be fixed.
Love wins, now and forever. And love is the reason for this season.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life."—John 3:16
Bill Colrus writes about (in no particular order) news, culture and media. You can find him on Facebook, follow him on Twitter or reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org. The opinions expressed in this column belong solely to the author, not Nooga.com or its employees.
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