Yesterday I had breakfast with my friend Dave. We manage to get together every couple of months for breakfast or lunch and it is always nourishing for me.
At some point near the end of almost every one of our times together, Dave looks at me and says, “What can I do for you?” I’m deeply touched each time he asks the question, which is posed in a way that lets me know he means it.
One of the first things Jesus often asked people he met was “What do you want me to do for you?” What do you need? How can I help?
Merely being asked the question is a balm. And it invites examination of where we need healing, where we might need a helping hand – perhaps uncovering something we didn’t even know was there.
What a difference it might make if we approached everyone with that aim of uncovering: What can I do for you? How can I make your life better/easier?
Perhaps the gift we lay at the creche on Christmas morning might be a resolve to try to do exactly that.