The more isolated our society becomes, the more I appreciate family. These days, my immediate family includes my son, an elderly cat and an even older dog. My extended family lives 250 miles away in Oklahoma, “where the wind comes sweepin’ down the Plains.”
This Saturday, August 21st, the family of God is coming together to help my son. We’re having a carnival (check out the blog at http: Carnival4Caleb.blogspot.com), organized by an incredible woman and author friend, Shanna Groves. In obedience to the divine whisper, Shanna and many others in the extended family are helping add to my son’s medical account. They are showing, in a practical way, how to be family – to support one another and live out love.
The scope of what is happening this weekend touches us on so many levels – the anonymous gifts already shared – known only to God and the accountant at Capitol Federal; the time and energy expended on a hot Kansas afternoon; the assurance that God is at work on my son’s behalf; the utilization of various talents– all provided for one goal. This confirmation that we are indeed family enriches each of us – certainly in a practical way for Caleb – but also spiritually and emotionally for everyone who participates.
The Carnival 4 Caleb is a living metaphor of the campfire song, “They will know we are Christians by our love.”
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