Everyone concedes that everyone wants love, craves love, has to have it. For some of My children on Earth, they would be glad just to be noticed, just to be seen, not even to be made a fuss over, but simply acknowledged for being on Earth and, somehow, making it through.
When you’re walking down the street, and you simply say hello to a stray person, you may have no idea of the good you do for that person and, consequently, the world. So I ask you to be kind, generous, and say hello to all that you see. Even if you acknowledge silently as one might give a grace before meals, do it for this seemingly unknown soul who passes by you.
The person you bless may not consciously be aware of your blessing, yet sometime during the day, there may be a quickening of his step or he thinks of something that is pleasant to him. Whether he notices or not, you noticed him on My behalf. You acted in My Name. You do not know how far or how deep your acknowledgement reaches.
What you can know is that it reaches, just as a breeze may pass by you, and you don’t give it a thought, so occupied are you with other thoughts.
It is such a little thing to notice someone. This isn’t a lot to ask.
I acknowledge that this is not always easy for you to do. You may well not want to make eye contact with a beggar in the street. Frankly, you may not want your eyes to meet any other’s, as if you are afraid of losing your light. You have a conflict. You don’t want to support hand-outs, and yet you despair that someone is hungry, or, worse yet, taking advantage of you.
If you must look away, send your blessing just the same. You would not be so uncomfortable about a beggar except as you recognize pleading somewhere within yourself, and you don’t like it. You too have made yourself dependent upon others in some unofficial fashion, and you do not wish this to be so.
I persist in asking you to give a hand-out from your heart that acknowledges another’s presence. This so-called other also walks the Earth, and he despairs. Your difficulties may wear a different face. You may stride on Earth, and he may falter, yet your souls cross each other’s path.
Even if you cannot truthfully bless another, you can know that you crossed paths. Even every-day occurrences and reoccurrences have a purpose. A little nod from you is not too high a price to give to a seeming stranger who walks past you. Non-acknowledgment costs, beloveds.
Every time you do not give even the slightest glance to another, you have missed an opportunity on My behalf. This does not feel good to you. When and if your eyes can’t glance, your heart can. Your human heart can say:
“I see you. I do see you. Is it truly myself in the form of you that goes right past me? Even if you are beautiful, it is myself I see. Even if you are ugly, it is myself I see. Regardless, everyone I see is locked inside a body. What is not plainly seen is far greater than what I like to acknowledge.
“If you are a pauper, you are no poorer than I - if you are a trillionaire, you are no richer than I. We both breathe, and we both aspire. When you blow away the riff-raff and all that which doesn’t amount to a hill of beans, we are the same. I find myself frightened in this world. Are you the same? Then it is in my heart to wish you calm. Our hearts touch and bounce off my Heart, and how do we know whose heart is whose?”