Immortals Among Us

We should never claim to be of exceptional quality. We often doubt people and happen to be self-critical. We're guarded and unwelcoming at times. We struggle to express our feelings. We're insecure. We tend to feel unreasonably inferior to most, and better than some, instead of viewing all equally. 

BUT...

We are ALL human. There is something of infinite value in that. Each one of us is immortal. Each human being is a miracle. Until we can see each individual as valuable, mysterious, sacred; until we aren't afraid to look our fellow brothers and sisters in the eyes, and see ourselves, our own hurting, burdened soul, we will never learn what it means to love. And not just to love our friends and family, the ones who invest their lives in us, but the stranger passing on the street. The man in front of you in the checkout lane, the woman sitting next to you on the bus, the random stranger we encounter every day, these, among the rest, we are called to love. These we are called to reach out to.

Cast away the fear of rejection, pull down the blinders your own busy life has built up around you, and share a moment of friendship with a stranger whenever possible.       
"There are no ordinary people. You have never met a mere mortal."

- C.S. Lewis