January 7, 2026

“The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out.”
Proverbs 20:5
 
Who are the people in your neighborhood? I don’t mean just your next door neighbor. Is there someone you see at your grocery store almost every visit? A barista at the coffee shop or drive thru? A cleaning worker at your office? What is their name? Do they have kids? Do they love their work? Do they know your name? Your usual order? It’s wonderful to feel known, to walk in and be greeted, have your order and preferences remembered, your favorite items stocked. But it’s a blessing to return that hospitality through sincere curiosity and care.
 
My favorite song by Ben Rector is called “The Men that Drive Me Places,” which tells the names and stories of the men who drive him to the airport to travel with his band, along with their aspirational hopes and dreams as they hustle supporting his. It’s a poignant reminder that most of what we do and are is supported by an ensemble crew of nameless people who make our lives possible. His refrain is, “How am I the only one who knows I’m half the man as the men who drive me places?” The humility to recognize tremendous contributions to our success and daily happiness is a spiritual practice.
 
You may or may not be the sort of person who makes resolutions, or in a season of life where that feels meaningful or possible. But I would challenge you this week, if someone came to mind as you read this and you don’t know their name or anything about their family or their hopes and joys, spend a few minutes more this week as you look for produce, order coffee, step around the wet floor sign, or get your oil changed. Check the name tag, ask their name, and take a small step toward the people who get you places. And if you see me, tell me your friend’s name.
 
Prayer
 
Lord, help me have eyes to see and love to share with everyone who gets me from here to there in my day. Amen.

Rev. Brian Daoust