Jesus took him by the hand
and lifted him to his feet.
Jesus attracted crowds of thousands. He hiked to Jerusalem to die for the wide, wide world.
But he also stopped along the way to give total attention to the needs of a single individual: a father, a mother, a blind man.
It’s easy to fall for the notion that big is better. We’re awed by the megachurch that packs its pews with thousands. The small church? Snooze.
God bless the person who preaches to thousands.
And God bless the sensitive soul who reaches out to a hurting co-worker. And the mom who gives undivided attention to the toddler on her knee or the teen at her elbow.
Be the somebody that makes
everybody feel like a somebody.