#changetheconversation

I just came in from my morning walk.

My devotions led me to this.

We got back from our most recent trip to Haiti about eight hours ago. I, and three very humble, gifted, generous, funny, faithful friends had a full day of travel and retrospection. As is true after pretty much every trip the conversations kept steering to what could we do to “fix Haiti.” We didn’t use those words but that is the bottom line.

There are many responses rolling in your mind right now.

“Heal thyself” might well be one of them.

I digress.

By “fix” we are pretty much skipping over some of the greater truth to chase an economic solution.

Economic change is greatly needed there.

That’s exactly the thing we cannot fix.

To dwell on that is to come to a level of frustration that leads to spiritual stagnation that leads to defeat.

There is a line in a Book I read fairly regularly that says “the One who began a good work in you will see it to completion…”

We aren’t called to finish the job. We don’t even have a good grasp of what the beautiful result should look like. We are simply called to be participants in the project.

If we lose sight of this we also lose sight of something very sweet.

The good work is exactly that.

We can’t fix Haiti (or Anderson for that matter) but there are over 600 children going to school through the work that was begun in us. That means something.

We can’t fix Haiti (or Washington for that matter) but there is a young woman with new clothes going to college. New clothes and college weren’t even an option, not even a dream. That means something.

We can’t fix Haiti (or even change one hair on my head) but there is a very bright young man who is back in classical (secondary) school who’d dropped out because he didn’t have the $250 for the annual tuition. That means something.

We can’t fix Haiti but I also can’t get the image out of my head of several people leaving our outdoor woodworking area with chairs, tables, stools, and HUGE smiles. That means something.

We can’t fix Haiti but there is a freshly painted building with new pews to sit on where people gather to praise and draw strength and find hope in a place where these things are as essential as air and food. That means something.

I can’t fix Haiti but I can believe in a Friend who is in the process of doing that very thing - and fixing me in the process.

I got to the church building here in Rogersville about 11 last night. I checked my messages and mail. There was a note from a sweet lady who had a serious injury and several surgeries last year. She had no money for food - or for Christmas gifts for her children. You gave generously to her. The note she sent included the words “you have no idea how much that meant to us.”

She’s right.

As our Friend and I were winding up a fairly brief stroll this morning I felt compelled to confess the part of my life that wants to see everything fixed. He smiled at me the way he does and said…

“I prefer to look at the fixers.”

Your move.

Brother Pat

#changetheconversation

I just came in from my morning walk.

My devotions led me to this.

I posted this photo on my Facebook page the other day.

The Cutie and I have a fair number of blueberry bushes and harvest has begun.

My Haitian daughter, Syliana, was curious. She asked me what these are.

She has never seen, tasted, or heard of blueberries.

There is every reason to believe she never will.

It really got me to thinking.

Sometime in the last decade or so folks got to talking about “superfoods.”

Sweet potatoes, blueberries, and (I read this just last week) cicadas somehow get on this list.

Since yesterday’s message from Syliana I am abandoning the term superfood as I have come to know it.

It is clearly misleading on a couple of levels.

A “superfood” won’t sustain you on its on.

A “superfood” is a construct of the privilege I live. Sometimes very blindly.

To Syliana, and millions of others, “superfood”is whatever meager meal you are able to muster.

A cup of rice is a source of life and strength.

I can’t imagine something more worthy of the label “superfood” than that.

But this isn’t about that.

Not entirely.

It is about The Bread of Life.

Talk about a superfood!

It doesn’t just give you nutrients for a while.

It changes your dna.

Makes you super(wo)man.

It makes you aware of how lost you can be.

And how wonderful you can become.

There is a sentence or two in the Book I read that says “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?”

Makes sense to me.

It also suggests that instead of my craving superfood I can be superman.

Please give it a moment’s meditation.

I am hoping you will encourage me.

And maybe join me.

Message me if you’re interested in how I put on my cape.

Eh?

As our Friend and I ambulated a pre breakfast walk I was telling him how much I savor blueberries. He smiled at me the way he does and said..

“They will taste better if someone else savors something too.”

Your move.

Brother Pat

Posted 2 weeks ago