Last night our pastor was talking about Naaman. Something about that story stuck out to me. We never read where a grateful Naaman set that little slave girl free. As far as we know, at the end of the story she's still a slave.
I started gnawing on that for a while.
A lot of times the things I do wind up not benefiting me at all - ESPECIALLY things I do for God. God blesses people I talked to, people I prayed for, even people I don't personally like very much, and I'm left in the middle of my own problems... Including some problems I think God should be taking care of.
But if I love my neighbor the way I love myself (wait, where have I heard that before...) it shouldn't matter.
Many years ago I adopted a habit of saying hi to everyone when they come in to w*rk. I just like for them to know that someone sees them and says hi. One time we got a know-it-all at our store. His favorite dish was anybody who had been there less time than he had, because he loved bossing them around. That didn't work on me for two reasons: 1, he had been there months and I had been there almost a decade; 2, everything he tried to order me to do was wrong, so I didn't do it. He didn't like that, so when I said hi as he entered he stopped replying.
His face and general attitude indicated he was intending to bug me by not replying to my greeting, but it didn't bug me. This seemed weird to me because it seemed like it SHOULD bug me. You ole stuck-up, butthurt clod, who needs you to say hi anyway?
But I realized it didn't bug me because it didn't affect the reason I was saying hi to him. He still knew that someone noticed him coming in and greeted him. I didn't say hi to him just so he would say hi back. Him pointedly ignoring me didn't hurt my aim and intent one bit.
The little slave girl didn't mention the prophet who could heal Naaman, hoping that Naaman would be grateful and free her. She mentioned it because Naaman had leprosy and she wanted to help him. Whether she was set free or not, history does not relate, but her purpose was accomplished.
Loving someone I don't like takes a bit more effort, but it's possible because love is a choice (because we are commanded to love.) If God blesses someone else, even someone I don't like, I can be glad that God helped him... If I love my neighbor.