Singer/songwriter Michael Card shares what it was like for him to grow up as the son of a medical doctor. If you have a few minutes, click here to hear him tell this story.
His dad got up early and returned home late. He would retreat to his study. Little Michael would attempt to communicate with him through the crack underneath the door.
When his friend heard this story, he told Michael, “You’re still that little boy. You communicate with everyone that way.”
Michael admits it–his songs are “pictures slid ‘neath the door.” Trying to help people find kindness in a world that isn’t kind.
This story haunts me in the best possible ways. First, it encourages me to keep sliding notes under locked doors toward folks who are hurting and closed off. Second, it reminds me when I feel like retreating behind a locked door myself, that my own children may be the ones on the other side–reduced to sliding pictures and notes toward me.
We need each other, folks.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.Galatians 6:9-10