It’s easy to be a cynic, to establish dominance with a few well placed backhanded sentiments while brilliantly articulating how others waste your time. It’s not only easy, it’s (seemingly) beneficial.
On the other hand, you could choose to serve.
At the heart of service is a finely tuned focus on others for their benefit. While true service is not glamorous and requires explicit discipline it’s an empowering practice for all parties included.
Yesterday I sat across the table from two hopeful, yet tired souls who had been a bit roughed up by life and business. As working class individuals turned business owner/operators they displayed courage in stepping foot on a university campus to seek assistance.
When they let down their defenses, I had the honor of speaking life into their business. In that moment, their faces lit up and I remembered a simple truth that I’m continuously learning, “It’s not about me.”
There is no substitute for experiencing the rush of joy that comes from an honest and appreciative reaction to a simple act of love and service. It never gets old.
True service is not glamorous, but it is addicting.