The warmth of charity

My wife has a first-cousin battling stage 4 liver cancer. She’s a fighter, but she’s human. What I mean by that is her treatments take a toll on her physically. Part of the toll effects her ability to fulfill her job responsibilities.

Because of this, the family and friends of my wife’s first-cousin have planned a few fund-raising events to help financially and emotionally. Yesterday (5/18/2019) included one such event … we held a carwash in which 100% of the donations went directly to help with her various needs – and we were blessed to continuously wash cars, trucks and vans of all sizes, up to two vehicles at a time, for nearly 6 hours!

Hear something like that and you might think we had a hugely successful local and social-media push or that we had lots of personal friends and family to come support the effort; and while it’s true loving people stopped because of what they heard on the radio or saw on their phone or because they personally knew us and were acquainted with the cause (I noticed not a few vehicles with cancer related décor) – the amazing thing to me was the number of people who had their vehicle washed without knowing a single thing about the person, or her situation, we were out there to help. The simple fact that people were working together for someone else was enough to cause other people, from all financial levels, to want to help.

One lady was from out of state! Several vehicles had plates from other counties. One man who knew nothing of the situation gave an additional tip after I explained what we were doing. These type of instances occurred throughout the day and they were uplifting the more I thought about them.

Bad news abounds. The old news mantra of, “If it bleeds it leads,” is alive and well. Negativity seems to have a stronger draw than positivity on mankind’s attention getting magnetic scale. But don’t forget that there are still people out there who want to see good by helping good be done whether or not we know them or they know us.

The warmth of charity has been burning for a long time – lets make sure it doesn’t go out.

Now when they had escaped, they then found out that the island was called Malta. And the natives showed us unusual kindness; for they kindled a fire and made us all welcome, because of the rain that was falling and because of the cold.” Acts 28:1-3 (NKJV)