Insight Ideas Impact

Went to a Christmas show at a local church. Not the usual nativity and carols. A musical. A story. A social commentary. A challenge. An insight...perhaps?...

When I come in from the cold and turn up the heating, or light up the fire...
When I hang up the stockings and drink mulled wine and raise a toast to the season and all it's benefits...
When I climb into bed and kiss goodnight, and pull up the duvet, and close my eyes knowing she'll still be there when I wake...
When I sleep in safety behind lock and key and awaken refreshed, confident with anticipation...
When I'm at home with my family, enjoying the Christmas fair, before dragging the presents from under the tree to reveal the gifts of unfettered generosity...
When I snooze by the fire, just because I can...

Will I remember those for whom Boxing Day will be living in a box? Will I even spare a thought?

Who are these people without a home? How did they get there? What went wrong? Young and old - somebody's daughter, somebody's son; maybe a father, maybe a mum. Each with a story, each with a name. But what can I do? It's not my problem?

What would I think of me, if I were them? What do I think as I walk on by? What should I think?... What could I do?...

Now I have an insight from a Christmas show - weak and romantic and not meant to offend but challenge it has and caused me to think. What can I do?

Ideas follow insight if you add some intention... What could I do?

One good idea could change the world - an impact... Could I do that...?

Could I have an impact on somebody's world? Could I make a difference to somebody's day?

Could I? I'm sure I could if I cared to follow insight in search of ideas. If I dared to be intentional and pursue those ideas. I'd sure have an impact in somebody's world and, you never know, that somebody might just make a difference me...

Hey, it's just a thought... :-)

I was visiting Edinburgh - a family trip. Just a couple of days to see the sights. We walked to the stop to wait for the tour bus and a few yards away a guy sat on the street and held out a hand. Under a blanket, he tried to keep warm. Some people dropped coins as they hurried along - too busy to stop but "every little helps." A lady stooped down and gave him some cakes - muffins I think. He must be cold I thought. A touch on my arm, my wife had an idea! Buy him a coffee to go with his muffins. Where will I get coffee and what about the bus? A sign up the street: 'Fair Trade Coffee served here.' Okay, I'm going - just don't miss the bus! One hot coffee some milk and some sugar brought back to guy still sat by the side. I have to engage now - I can't just stroll by. Here, I got you some coffee I hope you enjoy. Back at the bus stop my family are bouncing: Dad, we just missed the bus. My wife can't stop laughing. My kids are frantic. I just think to myself, I hope I made a difference and showed that I cared?...