As I think back to the impact that Boniface had on me I see a beautiful language that spoke so much louder than words ever could have. The language of love. We didn't speak a single word to each other. But by the time I left we were both in tears. Why? Because there was a pure and holy love that was demonstrated. In those few moments that we had in the slums of Soweto, we loved one another.
This short memory reminds me that we need not speak to one another to show love all the time. It is in our actions as well. It can often be something as simple as opening a door for another. Or sometimes it could be just sitting in awkward silence with someone to let them know you care.
Over the last few days I have seen this again. My stepmom's (Nancy) funeral was on Saturday. Afterwards we had a luncheon. I was in such admiration as I was standing near my Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Mike. We were about to get in line to get a bite to eat for lunch. I had decided that I was going to sit at the table with my step sisters and dad. As Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Mike surveyed the room, Aunt Marilyn spotted a table towards the back of the room with a single couple sitting at it. She looked at Uncle Mike and said "how about we go sit at that table with the couple sitting alone?" I do not know what the conversation looked like at that table but I am confident that her act of love to sit with a couple alone brought a comfort. It sure comforted me.
This morning was another amazing example of this. I was dreading go back to the office. I've realized this week that I don't really handle sympathy very well. I was not looking forward to the questions of "how are you doing?" It seems like a strange question, doesn't it? Yet we all ask it during times of loss. As my friend Lori got to work, she put her stuff down at her desk, then walked over to the empty desk next to me, pulled out the chair, sat back and asked how I was. It wasn't the question that showed the love. It was the very action of sitting down. Funny, huh?
These were not the only instances, but two specific actions I wanted to share. There have been so many others I have experienced in the past week that I could go on for a much longer blog. I will simply end with this thought: Are you loving in your actions or just your words? Because the truth is, that I too often love in only my words. I need to make a bigger effort to love in my actions as well.