The other day at a book signing in Long Beach, Washington, I heard two whiskered old musicians performing. The lyrics in the song they were singing struck a sad note within me. They were: “You don’t matter to me anymore.”
How sad that anyone doesn’t matter anymore. Everyone should matter. To Jesus, everyone mattered. The little children, the tax collectors, even the prostitutes. So, if everyone mattered to him, surely they should matter to each one of us.
Each time we meet any person, friend or stranger, and we ignore them, and “pass on the other side of the street,” as the priest and the Levite did in the account of the good Samaritan, by our actions we’re saying, “you don’t matter.”
So many of our social problems are the result of so many thinking they don’t matter. So what’s the solution? I guess, to start with, each one of us must recognize that we do matter, and by our actions, show all others we meet that they, too, really matter.
At this Christmastime, I’m sure there are many lonely souls, so take the time to make a call, send a greeting. Let them know that they matter.