I read a post yesterday on a blog I follow, In Her Words Avenue, and it reminded me of an incident that happened several years ago that, each time I think of it, reminds me never to underestimate the power of kindness. Its ripple effect travels endlessly.
When my grandfather was lying in a hospital bed, the angel of death at his door, family members surrounded him as he breathed his last few breaths. My grandfather was the pillar, the cornerstone, of our family, and his death left a huge void in each of our hearts.
The deacon’s wife from my grandpa and grandma’s church, such a kind, warm-hearted woman, stayed with our family offering comfort in presence and in kind words. And I will never forget her words. My grandpa’s name was Vince, and she said ever so gently, “The bus to heaven was coming through town, there was one seat available, and Vince was chosen for that last seat to heaven.”
Wow! Hearing my grandfather was on his way to heaven brought a blanket of peace. I had not a single doubt that my grandpa would go to heaven, the God-loving, God-honoring man that he was, so it’s not that I needed to hear someone say it, but the validation in this kind woman’s words was music to my soul.
To this day, her words and her kindness echo through my life when I least expect it. She made a difference to a grieving family that day and long afterward.
That evening on her way home from the hospital, the deacon’s wife was in a car accident and went Home to her Lord. The same Lord that so mercifully and lovingly sent her to comfort our family in our time of grief. He knew we needed her.
There wasn’t just one seat left on that bus, but two. And I can just imagine my grandfather escorting her through the gates of heaven.
Today I’ve been encouraged to re-commit to making it a daily practice to live more intentionally, making it a point to say at least one kind thing to someone every day.
“Remember there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.” -Scott Adams (1957)