Sunday’s message at church talked in part about the holiness of touch, the way God interacts with us through the touch of others, and how we can minister to one another through something so simple and natural as a touch.  It’s something that I often think of when I’m at a nursing home or with children at risk.  So much of the touch they experience is clinical and sterile, or worse, abusive and self-serving.  How meaningful to offer a touch out of respect, love, affection, humor.

I’ll be heading back to Guatemala in less than 3 weeks, and I always think of the importance of human touch while there.  The kids are so eager for a hug or merely to stand close.  It’s hard to do the task at hand for the children leaning on me, but the task will fade away while the touch comes with the power of the love of God, having significance I can’t fully grasp. 

Touch someone with affection before the day ends.