We are our brothers keeper.
Most of the time when we here this term we think of having to reach into our pockets and give of our hard earned cash and because of our own selfish nature we will hesitate. Sometimes that is true but we can actually destroy our brother who is struggling by a much simpler way or we can edify him the same way. It is called the power of the tongue. If someone ask for financial assistance we will think long and hard before we answer, but if they ask for help in other matters such as emotional problems or are struggling with there faith we will sometimes respond without seeking the Lord’s will. Having lost a son to cystic fibrosis I have experienced this personally. When my two sons were diagnosed with this disease over 40 years ago the number of people who came to me and said that it must because I had some kind of sin in my life and that would put me in a battle of unspeakable dimensions, for I had only been a Christian for 2 months when they were diagnosed. And make no mistake when Satan sees an opening he will take full advantage of your plight and send every demon he can to make your battle even worse. But I thank God for the mature believers who would council me with encouragement and assurance. I owe my spiritual life to them. This is why I call my blog “Musings of a Christian while encouraging those that hurt.” I can speak through experience, the tongue has the power to encourage or destroy, and we will give an account of every idle word. Not the words of daily conversations but the words we spoke to the so called unlovable people. Maybe they are of a different race, maybe they are overweight, maybe not as educated as you or not as “good looking,” or it can sometimes be a collective group as is in the case of bulling. As the apostle James said, “breathren, these things ought not to be. Here is a story that you might have already read pertaining to this.
There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say you are sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel indeed for they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. Let’s try not to lose one.
Yes we are our brother’s keeper!
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In Him, Mike