I had two different women setting near me. One was very tall, skinny, beautiful with pointy shoes. You know those ones with the really high heals and you know their toes can't fit into the end of their shoes becasue they are so narrow. I haven't actually ever owned a pair of these but I can't see how they could be comfortable. Yes I notice people shoes, Anyway on with my story, the other lady had dress pants, medium height, a little fluffy (Heavy), average looks and flats for shoes. Guess who I shook hands with? You got it, the fluffy person. Why is it that we gravitate toward those we feel most like. I noticed the beautiful lady crying slightly during the service and I did offer her a kleenex but yet when it came to time to introduce myself I am ashamed to admit that I chose not to. Why I felt inferior to this lady I have no clue.
We did the story about the good Samaritan the other day in Noah's Sunday School class. We talked about how we aren't suppose to be nice just to those who are like us but to everyone. Oh how easy it was for me to tell the boys just because someone might dress differently than us or maybe smell we are still suppose to be nice to them. Then the next Sunday here I am choosing to do the same thing. Sometimes it seems easier to teach what we should do in a situation instead of actually putting our faith into action.