During the fall, I experienced the U of A student section, and might I say it was a ton of fun. I watched the football game, spent some long overdue time with my besties, and witnessed Wilbur the Wildcat pole dancing. Getting into the game was a story unto itself, so let’s get started.
First of all, it should be known that my sense of direction is, well, lacking. If I didn’t see the fireworks from the stadium, I would have walked miles before realizing I was going the wrong way. Eventually, I made it to the stadium and was standing in front of the ticket boxes contemplating my next move when a dude named Brian walks up to me and asks what I’m doing. Obviously knowing all about stranger danger, especially in the setting I was in, I was reluctant to tell Brian what was going on. For some odd reason, I ended up telling him all about my night: getting lost, walking the entire campus a hundred times, and also explaining that I didn’t have a ticket. I asked him how I should approach getting into the game for free. Brian learned right off the bat that I was a total nut. He looked at me, laughed, and offered me one of the tickets in his hand.Yes, it’s true.
Long story short, Brian and I went into the game together, sat in the student section with my friends, one of my friends accidentally kicked him in an unpleasant place, and he decided it was best that he left. I’ll bet you thought somewhere along the line we fell in love?
Alright, so a real nice guy named Brian gave me his extra ticket to the game because he got stood up. Why does it matter? Brian could have walked up to anyone hanging out outside of the game, but he spotted my confused self and saved my evening. When Brian left, he didn’t ask for my number, my name, where I lived, nothing–and in return he only offered his name and his extra ticket. He was just a guy that wanted to help out. Brian showed me that you don’t need recognition to do something really awesome for someone. He showed me that I don’t have to know everything about a person to serve them, or rather, make their day.
This entirely awkward and weird situation reminded me of James 2:15-17: Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”
Brian could have easily heard about my struggle, empathized and wished me good luck, but he didn’t. He took my burden as his own. He offered his extra ticket. He exemplified faith WITH works. I want to be more like Brian. I want to stop wishing good luck and rolling my eyes when the conversation is over. I want to link arms and bear their problems together.
Genesis 2:18–The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
Galations 6:2– Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.
Ecclesiastes 4:2– Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.