Thursday, October 6, 2011

Kindness Is a Language Which the Deaf Can Hear and the Blind Can See

"I often have thought that we are a little old-fashioned here in the Ozark hills," writes Laura Ingalls Wilder in Little House in the Ozarks.  "Now I know we are, because we had a 'working' in our neighborhood this winter.  That is a blessed, old-fashioned way of helping out a neighbor." 

"While the winter was warm, still it has been much too cold to be without firewood; and this neighbor, badly crippled with rheumatism, was not able to get up his winter's wood...  So the men of the neighborhood gathered together one morning and dropped in on him.  With cross-cut saws and axes, they took possession of his wood lot...  By night there was enough wood ready... to last the rest of the winter."

"The women did their part, too.  All morning they kept arriving with well-filled baskets, and at noon a long table was filled with a country neighborhood dinner...  When the dishes were washed, they sewed, knit, crocheted, and talked for the rest of the afternoon.  It was a regular old-fashioned good time, and we all went home with the feeling expressed by a newcomer when he said, 'Don't you know I'm proud to live in a neighborhood like this where they turn out and help one another when it's needed.' "

For his merciful kindness is great toward us; and the truth of the Lord endureth for ever.  Praise ye the Lord.
Psalm 117:2

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