You may have heard of Mama Kat. She has a pretty much world famous blog, and every Tuesday she posts her pretty much world famous writing prompts. I’ve always wanted to write about one of her prompts, but have always found some inane reason not to do so. This week, one of the prompts was “Perform a random act of service. And then tell us about it.” I decided this week was my week, and that was my prompt.
Yesterday I did my act of service. I did it for someone I didn’t know, and will most likely never see again. It was something small, unexpected, spur of the moment, and pretty much anonymous.
Today, this was what I read in my devotional time:
Let us hide away our charity — yes, hide it even from ourselves. Give so often and so much as a matter of course that you no more take note that you have helped the poor than that you have eaten your regular meals. Do your alms without even whispering to yourself, How generous I am! Do not thus attempt to reward yourself. Leave the matter with God, who never fails to see, to record, and to reward. Blessed is the man who is busy in secret with his kindness: he finds a special joy in his unknown benevolences. This is the bread, which eaten by stealth, is sweeter than the banquets of kings. – C.H. Spurgeon, Faith’s Checkbook, March 2
I’m not going to write about what I did. The what really doesn’t matter. What does matter was how amazing I felt after I had done my act of service. It was a dull moment on a Tuesday afternoon; I was tired, distracted, and overwhelmed. But this one little thing energized me! I felt so alive. The thought that I might possibly have made someone’s day with one small act was such a good feeling. I had truly found “a special joy.”
So this “random act of service” thing is not just going to be a one-time thing I did for a writing prompt. It’s going to be something I do regularly. It’s going to be something I teach my kids to do. I want giving to be such an integral part of our lives that we don’t even think about it; we just do it. And I want to continue to find ways to silently bless others, so I can make sure my motives are always pure.
I hope the recipient of my random act was blessed, however, I don’t know if she could have been blessed as much as I was when I gave it.