Colossians 3:12 (NLT)
12 Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.
If we would look closely to people’s lifestyles today, one of the biggest commodities we have is not gold. It’s time. Because of this, something as important as kindness is left out. And when kindness is not expressed, there is something from “within” that we feel, taken away.
Kindness takes time and usually it is expressed if we are not so much in a hurry. It is defined as “of sympathetic or helpful nature.” Most of the time, our “default” is not of sympathetic nature. But even if that is the case, God is still expecting of us “to love kindness” as Micah 6:8 says.
The greatest challenge to kindness is perhaps an injury that is caused by another. It could be an unkind word or when we are wronged. It could be when we are with “impossible people” in our lives. It could be when trust is broken.
But when we begin to express kindness, we reflect God’s goodness in the life of another person. To be kind is to be Christ-like. Kindness in Greek is chrestotes. Sometimes it is rendered as chresteuetai. It almost sounds like the Christos which is the Greek word for Christ.
The Orphan and the Soldier
Shortly after World War II came to a close, Europe began picking up the pieces. Much of the Old Country had been ravaged by war and was in ruins. Perhaps the saddest sight of all was that of little orphaned children starving in the streets of those war-torn cities.
Early on a chilly morning, a soldier was making his way back to the barracks in London. As he turned the corner in his Jeep, he spotted a little lad with his nose pressed to the window of a pastry shop.
Inside the cook was kneading dough for a fresh batch of doughnuts. The hungry boy stared in silence, watching every move. The soldier pulled his Jeep to the curb, stopped, got out and walked quietly over to where the little fellow was standing. Through the steamed-up window he could see the mouth-watering morsels as they were being pulled from the oven, piping hot.
The boy salivated and released a slight groan as he watched the cook place them onto the glass-enclosed counter, ever so carefully. The soldier’s heart went out to the nameless orphan as he stood beside him. “Son…would you like some of those?” The boy was startled. “Oh, yeah…I would!”
The soldier stepped inside and bought a dozen, put them in a bag, and walked back to where the lad was standing in the foggy cold of the London morning. He smiled, held out the bag, and said simply, “Here you are.” As he turned to walk away, he felt a tug on his coat. He looked back and heard the child ask quietly, “Mister…are you God?”
Wayne Rice, Hot illustrations for Youth Talks