For several weeks now, I’ve been tucked away at home, tethered by a knee injury. The orthopedist could do nothing as yet. When I’d gone to see him, the knee was inflamed, so much so that even a cortisone shot couldn’t be given. His directions?
So for the past six weeks, I’ve kept walking to a bare minimum. I spend most of my time at home. And I’ve done an unwillingly close study to answer one question: What does love look like? As Christians, we often talk about loving others, about reaching out to them, caring for them. But what does that look like? Here are a few of my findings.
Love looks like cards and phone calls from friends, just to say “I was thinking of you.”
Love looks like a hug at church.
It looks like my younger son when he brought me the elements of Communion since I couldn’t walk all the way up the aisle at church.
It looks like the couple who invited Roger and I to dinner, and ate outside on their new patio so I didn’t have to walk up the stairs to get to their apartment.
Love looks like the friends from my Bible study group–which I haven’t been able to attend–who came and shared lunch with me after group. And it looks like my older son, who baked brownies for us.
It looks like emails and texts, sometimes from friends I only know online.
Love looks like the couple who surprised us by dropping by with homemade chicken pot pie–the most delicious ever.
Love looks like my husband, who has been taking care of the household–and like our two sons, who have been helping him.
It looks like the friends who pray for me.
Love looks like the friends who offered to come help with household tasks, to bring a guitar for a time of praise, or just to visit.
And it looks like my husband when he kidnapped me for a day, took me to a mall, and made us both laugh as he pushed–careened–me in a wheelchair for the afternoon.
When we think of showing God’s love, we often think of the big things, the grand gestures; and God’s love is seen in these: digging wells for people in Africa, helping children in Haiti, establishing schools and orphanages and hospitals all over the world, wherever they’re needed. All of these are things we should be doing.
But it’s also important to show love in smaller ways. You never know when your actions will keep someone from feeling despair or desperation or, as in my case, isolation.
Especially if you can make a good pot pie.