Loving My Neighbor by Releasing My Grip
Letting go of the things the things that, without even realizing it, limit my capacity to love my neighbors.
Lynda MacGibbon
One day, upon leaving a store, my roommate Rebekah stopped to chat with a young couple begging for money. She learned their names, where they’d come from in the world before immigrating to Canada, and that they were expecting their first baby. She learned that money was tight and that they needed extra cash to pay for legal costs associated with their immigration process. I don’t know if she gave them money that night, but I do know she came home and told me and a few other friends about their predicament. Eventually we came up with the $1,000 they needed.