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To heck with random acts of kindness: let's be intentional

I like the idea of random acts of kindness: a gift card left under a stranger's windshield wiper, paying the toll for the guy behind you. The reason these are good is that there is generally no "pay-back" -  you don't even get a "thank you" out of it. We should be kind just for the sake of kindness.

But "random"? No. Let's start being intentional. Let's be intentionally, consciously, kind to everyone we meet. Smile. Hold a conversation. Ask how the person's day is going. Give a genuine compliment. Wash the dishes even when it's not your "turn." Wash the dirty clothes instead of waiting for your spouse to notice that it needs to be done.

Congratulate your co-worker on a job well done. Take your boss out to lunch and thank him/her for being great to work for.

Send a card. In the mail. With a stamp.

Make something for someone you love....just because.

Let's start being very intentional with our kindness - to our friends, family, co-workers, strangers. Let's treat the world as if we really believe what we say when we say, "I am a Christian, a follower of Christ." Let's make Christianity look admirable, good, open, loving. Let's not be random about it.

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