1st John 3.18 KJV
“My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.”
Every day I wear socks. I open my sock drawer and there they are! It’s magic. I never run out. There’s always enough. Like the widow’s oil (2nd Kings 4.1-7) or loaves and fish (Matthew 15.32-38), they just keep multiplying. The socks are always there… clean, folded, in a variety of colors, and ready to wear.
Actually, I know how this trick works. It’s not really magic, but it is miraculous. It’s the miracle of love. Love puts clean socks in my drawer when I’m not looking so they appear when I need them. Somebody loves me. That’s the miracle. Love picks up, washes, dries, folds, and puts away my socks every day… it’s a miracle! Someone chose not to “love in word, neither in tongue.” Instead, she loved “in deed and in truth,” just like the Bible says. I was Elisha’s widow. I was one of 5,000 whom Jesus fed. I was my wife’s clean sock wearer. I was the beneficiary of the miracle of love.
It’s hard for me to imagine what possessed a woman to love at that depth and with such consistency. Could it have been Jesus in her?
Two years ago, my dear wife was on the oncology ward receiving chemotherapy for acute myloid leukemia. She could no longer do my socks, so other angels picked up the task. Our older children moved into my home to care for the younger ones, allowing me to spend those many days in the hospital with Adonica. Clean socks still showed up each morning in my sock drawer. Our grown kids did my laundry, even though they were busy with their own active lives, children, and jobs.
It's still hard for me to comprehend this type of love. What possessed my family to love like this? Was it Jesus in them?
Today I do my own socks. I miss the magical days when clean socks appeared in my drawer without my help. Now I must love others “in deed and in truth,” just like I have been loved. There are plenty of people with dirty socks who could benefit from the miracle of Jesus in me.