More Wisdom from Jim Palmer’s Divine Nobodies

I want to whet your appetite, not provide you with a reason not to read the whole book.  I love this book, Divine Nobodies.  Go buy it (preferably from an independent bookstore).

I was struck with a chapter on living out our faith day to day, entitled “Where the Rubber Meets the Road,” and this passage in particular:

“For years, I ran with the elk (sometimes led the pack) who were convinced God wanted us to birth movements, shift paradigms, and save the world.  Given the magnitude of it all, I didn’t have the time, energy, or inclination to help the guy wandering into a coffee shop at closing time looking for a hot shower and a warm bed.  I wonder if the good Samaritan story was a secret message to all tire salesmen, truckers, coffee-shop owners, cashiers, waitresses, carpet installers, UPS drivers, accountants, tech-heads, stay-at-home moms, working single moms, bartenders, barbers, and butchers to keep their eyes wide open, because the professionals are too preoccupied with grander things, passing by real people with needs God placed right beneath their noses in everyday life…. Loving the folks in my cul-de-sac wasn’t good enough.  I had to do something bigger and more spectacular.  I mean, come on, how many people do you know who went off on a spiritual retreat and returned with the grand notion of getting to know the people in their neighborhood?”

Small is beautiful. Big can be beautiful too.  But it’s not inherently more beautiful.  One person trumps one program every time.  One story grabs me; 500 stories wear me out.  One person at a time; that’s how love is measured.

Thanks, Jim Palmer!


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