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


I just came in from my morning walk.

My devotions led me to this.

I think we stumbled on to a solution.

Or maybe it is a confusion.

It was a busy day at morning worship.

We ordained and installed three elders to the class of 2024.


It was the first Sunday of the month so we celebrated Holy Communion.

The choir sang one of my top five as a prayer we needed. But it was 42 seconds longer than the average.

The preacher had to decide whether or not to edit.

He brought the whole load.

Here’s where it gets interesting.

We have fancy thermostats that are programmed to come on, and shut off, at optimal times.

The service went well past the optimal time.

Suddenly I noticed that I was getting hot!

I didn’t think about the fancy thermostats.

I thought about COVID-19.

That raised my temperature even more!

Someone overheard me say I was hot.

Before I got home the word reached the Cutie.

Her first action was to feel my forehead.

All that to say that a little something lurking in the background can take you down an interesting path.

I don’t have that virus.

All it took was a moment of reflection to get from the tension to the humor.

The crisis wasn’t one.

But it offered an insight about me that made me laugh.

And consider editing as a weightier option.


As our Friend listened to my tale about yesterday’s events he took it all in stride. We were, after all, walking. Then he smiled at me the way he does and said…

“That was a good sermon.”

Your move.

Brother Pat

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