My big brother used to pick on me.  For Dee no day was complete unless he had made mine miserable.  He stole my allowance.  He called me a sissy.

But all his cruel antics were offset by one great act of grace on a summer day in the park. He picked me to play on his baseball team.  Everyone else was a middle-schooler.  I was a third-grader.  I went from the back of the pack to the front of line, all because he picked me.  Dee didn’t pick me because I was good.  He called my name for one reason only.  He was my big brother.  And on that day he decided to be a good big brother.

The New Testament has a word for such activity–  encouragement.  “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up” (1 Thessalonians 5:11).  This is how happiness happens.