24/03/2026
THE RIPPLE EFFECT OF GRACE
Today I was struck by a quiet but confronting reality of life—one that revealed itself in two very ordinary moments.
I had to pop out to get our car assessed for an insurance repair. Nothing remarkable about that. But when I walked in, I immediately noticed tension hanging in the air.
At the reception desk, a woman was speaking harshly to the receptionist—cutting her off, raising her voice, demanding that a piece of paper be shredded immediately. There didn’t seem to be any real reason for the intensity. The receptionist stayed calm, trying to respond, but every attempt was interrupted.
Eventually, she gently explained that she would absolutely take care of the paper, but needed to quickly serve me first since I had an appointment.
After a few more attempts to talk over the receptionist, the woman reluctantly stepped aside, and in that small pause, I could see it—the receptionist was shaken. Not dramatically, not loudly… just visibly unsettled in that quiet, human way.
When I stepped up, I leaned in slightly and told her I understood what it’s like to deal with difficult people, and that I was happy to wait while she did what she needed to do. It was a small thing, really. But her face softened. She smiled, took a breath, and carried on.
Later, when I returned to pick up the car, I asked her if she was okay.
She told me she’d actually had to drive that same woman home—and that the entire ride had been filled with more of the same harshness.
Then she said something simple, but weighty:
“Thank you for being kind to me. I really needed it.”
That stayed with me.
On the way home, I stopped to fill up the car. And that hurt in a completely different way. Fuel prices here in New Zealand are no joke right now—$3.50 a litre ($13.25 per gallon). As the numbers climbed, I couldn’t help but say to the woman next to me, “This really hurts at the moment, doesn’t it?”
She nodded immediately. No hesitation. And in her expression, you could see it—the shared strain, the quiet pressure so many people are carrying right now.
And in that moment, something clicked.
Two completely ordinary situations—one at a reception desk, one at a petrol station—and yet both were connected by the same deeper truth:
So much of our lives is shaped by the actions of others.
Sometimes that impact is sharp and immediate, like the sting of someone’s words.
Sometimes it’s broader and heavier, like political or economic decisions made far beyond our control. But either way, we often find ourselves living with the consequences of choices we didn’t make.
This plays out in countless ways.
It’s the person trying to rebuild their life after being abused and neglected in childhood.
It’s the employee affected by decisions made in a boardroom by people they have never met.
It’s the weight of systems, leadership, or moments of selfishness that ripple outward into everyday lives.
As I sat with that, it started to feel overwhelming. Because when you really think about it, there is so much suffering in the world tied to the actions of others.
But just as quickly, another truth came to mind—one that shifted everything:
The actions of others don’t only hurt.
They can also heal.
A quiet word of kindness.
A moment of patience.
A choice to see someone instead of dismiss them.
And then, above all else, I was reminded of Jesus.
Not just His teachings—but His choices.
Scripture puts it this way:
You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had. Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross. (Philippians 2:5-8 NLT)
In Galatians, it says that “Christ has rescued us from the curse pronounced by the law. When he was hung on the cross, he took upon himself the curse for our wrongdoing. For it is written in the Scriptures, ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree.’” (Galatians 3:13 NLT)
When I think about it, that is the ultimate picture of how the actions of one can shape the lives of many.
Jesus didn’t act out of impulse or frustration. He wasn’t reacting to pressure or passing pain. Every step He took toward the cross was intentional—rooted in love, humility, and a deep desire to restore what was broken.
And because of that, we are not just people who are affected by the actions of others—we are people who have been transformed by the greatest act of love in history.
That changes how I see those small, everyday moments.
Because suddenly, they’re not small anymore.
A quiet word.
A patient response.
A moment of kindness when it would be easier to stay silent or indifferent.
These are not insignificant. They are opportunities.
Opportunities to reflect something greater.
Opportunities to interrupt the ripple of hurt with something healing.
Opportunities to live, in our own small way, with the same attitude that Christ had.
I don’t always get this right. None of us do. But today was a reminder that even the smallest choices carry weight.
We may not be able to control the actions of others.
But we can choose our own.
And maybe—just maybe—that choice could be exactly what someone else needs in that moment.
Just like it was for that receptionist.
