Do the Good that is Yours to Do
Do The Good That Is Yours To Do
Rev. Dr. Leslie Taylor, preaching
As we listen to the news and see what is happening in the world around us, we often ask ourselves: "What, then, should I do?" We read about political upheaval around the world and in our own country. We see the results of wars on our television screens. We hear the cries of our neighbors who are afraid, marginalized, and disenfranchised. Sometimes, we may be too daunted by the enormity of the world's problems to respond. However, we need to be reminded that small, ordinary actions add up. It makes a difference when you are kind to a lonely person, when you compost, when you show up to a rally, or when you go to therapy and don't pass on generational trauma. You can't solve all the world's problems, but you can do something that matters. We must trust that we each have something to offer and that other parts of the community will bring what we cannot. What is yours to do?
In this liturgical season of expectant hope, we must remember that the good we do in the world has ripple effects beyond what we can see. We are not the world's saviors, but we move toward the One who invites us into the work and who labors alongside us.
We may think, "I'm just one person. What can I do?" Yet, as followers of Christ, we're invited to consider a different question, one rooted in hope and action: "What is mine to do?"
This week's scripture teaches a profound yet simple truth: "I can't do it all but I can do something that matters."
Isaiah 58, where the prophet calls us to be the "repairers of the breach, the restorers of streets to dwell in." This passage invites us to bring forth restoration through ordinary actions: feeding the hungry, serving the oppressed, and comforting the afflicted. It's about the cumulative power of small acts that weave together to create a fabric of communal flourishing.
How do you bring hope, peace, and joy in to the part of the world you occupy?
Based on Isaiah 58:9b-12
Music this week:
Angels We Have Heard on High
O Little Town of Bethlehem
What if Love Were My Gift This Christmas?
While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
Away in a Manger