A couple in our Sunday school class needed help. They’d been out of work for nearly a year, struggling to find jobs and keep their house. But after months of being unable to make the payments, they were summoned to court where they were told to leave their home within two days.
The next morning, he was rushed to urgent care with chest pains. And their dog (whom they’d rescued from a snowdrift fifteen years ago) became so horribly ill, they realized they needed to put him to sleep.
So about twenty people from our Sunday School class showed up at their house while they sat at urgent care and their son took their beloved pet to the clinic. Within a few hours, most of their belongings were packed and guys started bringing their trucks around to haul everything to their new place.
Problem: their new place was not available for another week. So their belongings were taken to the church basement, and the next weekend, some of the same people from our class showed up with their trucks again to move everything from the church basement to their new, smaller rental house.
Several families made meals to stash in their freezer. Others contributed money for groceries. All contributed prayers.
This is what love looks like: a bunch of people in old jeans and grubby t-shirts and great big trucks, working and laughing and praying together.
“Let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.” 1 John 3:18