Sometimes Elizabeth is struck with this uncontrollable urge to touch someone's hair. It's really bad when she walks up to a stranger and starts running her finger's through this person's hair.
I had an "Elizabeth Moment" the other day. Sarah was sitting beside me in class with a stack of blank paper in her notebook. During the entire 50-minute class I had this barely controllable urge to run my hand along her beautiful paper. I'm a writer; I can't help it. Don't judge; it's the little things in life. As soon as the professor dismissed the class, my left hand shot across the aisle and onto Sarah's notebook. It happened at the exact moment that she was closing her notebook, sandwiching my hand between the new and the used paper. She gave me a weird look, I explained, and the weird look continued. But she let me touch her paper.
Brothers and sisters in Christ, what if had the same urge to touch lives in His name?
Christian told me this story about his first trip to Guatemala. They were serving food outside the garbage dump in Guatemala City. As the dump inhabitants came for food, Christian and some of the other members of his team sanitized their hands.
"The biggest thing we could do for them was to touch them. These people were considered untouchable and when we touched them to sanitize their hands we accepted them," he explained.
Jesus did the same thing in touching the man with leprosy in Matthew 8. He could have said, "You are healed," and it would have been done. He's God. He has the power to do that. But He didn't. He made a point to touch someone that society had seemed untouchable.
Now, I'm not saying run up to everybody and touch them. There are ways to touch people without ever making physical contact.
Jennifer and Amy just sent letters to their Compassion children in the Philippines and Ecuador. Lives touched. The executive chef served some weakling from the self-serve ice cream cooler. Life touched. We packed seven Operation Christmas Child boxes last week. Lives touched. A grad student spent her birthday doing homework and grading papers, alone, until some friends invited her over to hang out. Life touched.
It doesn't always take much. A small act can have a huge impact.
May the Lord give us all uncontrollable urges to touch the lives of His children and those who do not yet know Him. Let's do it all in His name.
PS: I was inspired to write this during church this morning. As I was revising tonight, I was thinking about how it was similar to this post I wrote for Kaitlyn's birthday. I just found out an hour ago that after two and a half years of medical treatment 800 miles from home, Kaitlyn finally will be able to go home this December! What a wonderful Christmas present!