Saw a sparrow feeding a young – though 3x larger – cowbird this morning.
Thought: Wouldn’t it be grand if we fed whoever came our way?
Doesn’t matter how they got here. Whoever ‘they’ are. Wherever ‘here’ is.
Once upon a time I served as as associate pastor at a church that ran a food pantry and also administered an emergency fund. There were rules, of course, for both. The primary one used by the senior pastor was:
Error are on the side of generosity.
Those words have become a sort of mantra for me. Whether working with a Food Pantry Board or an outreach committee of a local church or just trying to figure out how to respond to an appeal for help, error are on the side of generosity.
Today, as I think about the immigrants at our borders, my pleading, my prayer: may we error on the side of generosity.