Years ago one of my college professors was talking about creativity in general. He said, “I always wished that I could create something, or paint something or write something, I just don’t seem capable of creating anything.”
A young Iranian man in the class held up his hand. When the teacher called on him, he said, “No, you’re wrong about that. You are a creator. A very good one, in fact.” The teacher responded, surprised that this student was speaking at all. He hadn’t had much to say during the class.
“Well, thank you. I don’t know what I created though.”
“You created the best thing in the world for me. You created hope.”
No one said a word for a few minutes. I think God opened my eyes that day to see others that might need some hope.
That was a long time ago, but I have never forgotten it. Hope is such a valuable resource for us. We probably have an occurance every day of our lives when when we could create hope for someone, but something holds us back. I sat next to the student in the story about 3 months. I never knew anything about him at all. My fellow students always spoke of all the Iranian students in a negative way, with slurs about their nationality. They made it plain that the Iranian students needed to go home. It surely hadn’t crossed my mind to offer him a kind word of encouragement.