My office doesn't recycle.

Recycling should probably become a law. At least something primitive which says you need to recycle all metals or plastics. But we don't recycle anything. Perhaps I should seek employment elsewhere in protest.

If anyone is interested, Christ Community Church is putting on a production of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe this weekend and next. I was hoping to go next Friday but discovered this morning it was sold out. So I'll have to try another night.

Also, my parents have a 13-inch color tv they are giving away. Lemme know if you're interested.

Two cheers to the Red Robin in the Paxton Town Center. They messed up my burger, but fixed it and gave it to me for free.

Which brings this to mind. Do you ever think about how you correct somebody? Do you even correct people? How do you correct people so that you don't ridicule their words or them as a person? Do you even bother to think about the best way to suggest correction? Or do you just correct them? If we do it, however we do it, we've got to show love.

Tonight my small group will talk about servanthood. Here's a little anecdote that I found while searching on the topic:

When we read of the discipline of servanthood, people usually have a few things in mind.
The first is the ministry of the mundane. Like Dorcas, we can find ways to make "coats and garments for the widows" or, as Jesus said, we can offer somebody cups of cold water in Jesus’ name. Practical things in which we put our self-interests aside, and serve somebody else.

Richard Foster, who has written a wonderful book called Celebration of Discipline: The Path to Spiritual Growth, tells this true story: During the frantic, final throes of writing his doctrinal dissertation, he received a call from a friend.
His wife had taken the car, and he wondered if Richard could take him on a number of errands. Trapped, he consented, inwardly cursing his luck. On the way out he grabbed a book by Dietrich Bonhoeffer called Life Together, thinking that he might have a chance to read it. At each errand, he inwardly fumed at the loss of time.
Finally, at the supermarket, he waved his friend on, saying that he would wait in his car and read. He opened his book to the bookmark, and here is what he read:

The second service that one should perform in the Christian community is active helpfulness. This means, initially, simple assistance in trifling, external matters. There is a multitude of these things wherever people live together. Nobody is too good for the meanest service. One who worries about the loss of time that such petty, outward acts of helpfulness entail is usually taking the importance of his own career too solemnly.

Ouch! One of the best ways we can become servants is to see a need and fill it.
Drive someone to the bank. Do their laundry. It’s the ministry of the mundane, and if you’re too busy to engage in it, you’re too busy!

In my spare time today, I'm working a list of mundane service activies. I'll post them tomorrow.