Like An Old Wine…

Chrestotes…

This the Greek word for Kindness.. Interestingly, according to Charles Pope ,in “A Brief Treatise on the Fruits of the Holy Spirit”, Archdiocese of Washington, January 27, 2013

“This word Chrestotes is from the Greek word “Chrestos”
which Greeks used to refer old wine that was very mellow or smooth.”

Kindness is one of the 12 Fruits of the Holy Spirit.

” By this power of the Spirit, God’s children can bear much fruit.
He who has grafted us onto the true vine will make us bear
” the fruit of the Spirit …love, joy, peace, patience, kindness,
goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control, ”
“We live by the spirit”, the more we
renounce ourselves, the more we ” Walk by the Spirit”.
( CCC # 736)
I would like to share a story with you.

I grew up in a small town.  I used to ride the bus to school every day, and on the way to school, we would ride past fields of crops and farmers houses

through the countryside.  there was a point where there was one small farm and
an old farm house where there was this elderly farmer whose house was old and weather worn.

On the front porch there was the farmer who lived there.  I will call him Farmer Jones, as his name is unimportant to the story.   Farmer Jones would sit on

his front porch every single morning, and as the school buses full of children would pass by he would give a hearty wave and a smile.

Every day through the school year when we would get close to Farmer Jones’ house, the kids would crowd the left side of the bus on the way to school, and

then to the right side on the way home.. to try to make room to see Farmer Jones and return the wave and smile he gave to us every day.

On occasion when he might get sick or was not well, he would not make it to the porch, and we all would sit and wonder about what happened that he was not

there.    In a day or two he would show up and we would again be happy to see his smiling face as we passed by.

He was there through the entire school year even during the cold winter days. On those chilly days he would sit out on his porch with his coffee cup and all

bundled up in his heavy jacket.    On one particular winter day, we noted he was not there, and was not there for an entire week.  Half way through the

second week we knew something was wrong and so when I got to school I asked someone who I knew lived near Farmer Jones if he knew what was going on with him.

 

He shared with me that Farmer Jones had passed away and apparently he had been drinking a bit too much, and that they found him frozen to a fence post on his farm.

That afternoon as I passed his farm, I noted that a black cloth had been nailed to a fence post at the end of his driveway at the street.
I could not help to think to myself how appropriate that black sash was, as it was simple and unassuming, for the man that I knew him to be.

My world, and the world of the children who grew up in that area of our county seemed a bit more empty, a bit “less” without him in it.

There are certain truths about life you learn when you grow up in a small town.  One of those is that everyone knows everyone, or is related to everyone, and

in some manner or other is connected to everyone else.   My mother used to say “Be nice to everyone, because you never know who they are related to”.  This

was on top of the Golden Rule and all the other rules.

I often wonder if someone had cared more, or shown some kindness to Farmer Jones, if he might not have passed away that day.

Was he habitually drunk ?  I don’t know. Honestly, in the end run, it really didn’t matter.  The only thing that did matter, was that he cared enough, to be

on that porch every morning and bring a little light into the lives of those kids on the bus.   Sure, you can say that maybe it was the Kids who brought a

little light into the life of an old tired farmer.
I hope so.  He gave so much by doing something seemingly so little.

So it is with the kingdom of God. If we try, if we give some honest effort in doing what ever it is that He wants, he will multiply that effort, that gift, more than we will know.

So you ask what does He want ?….. Love.

May God give you the gift of His peace !

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