The Starfish
It was still early, the mist had not yet cleared from the sea. In the distance, a solitary figure stood throwing objects out over the water.
 Oh yes, he replied. It matters to this one.  |
Walking along the debris strewn beach, I looked at the masses of starfish scattered everywhere. The tide had thrown them in, stranding them on the beach. As the sun rose higher, they would soon perish.
Approaching the stranger, I could see that it was a starfish he was picking up and returning to the sea.
Our eyes met!
"Do you really think you can help? There are millions of starfish on this beach. You can help so few. Does it really make a difference? Does it matter?"
He reached down and picked up another starfish, looking at it intently.
"Oh yes," he replied. "It matters to this one."
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I think when we focus on doing things that matter and connecting with just one person, we become more like Jesus Christ than the most dynamic, highly revered evangelist or the most widely-read, highly acclaimed author because that is how he ministered-to the one.
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