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.

Some things are one and done.

It does no good to harp on it.

Indeed, it becomes an issue if you do.

So it is with advice, especially the unsolicited kind.

If you see a need and have something to offer…do it.

If it is well intended and well received well and good.

(How many times can you say “well” in an 11 words sentence?)

That well received part can empty the other two wells.

In a hurry.

Say it and let it go.

Maybe it will germinate and bear fruit on a schedule you cannot foresee.

Yesterday a dear, dear friend thanked me for some advice.

She said I mentioned this spiritual option to her seven years ago.

I didn’t remember it.

At all.

But she told me she has been applying it ever since.

She wasn’t too thrilled to get my input back then, so she says.

She reports it has set her free despite mule headed, heels dug in, blind resistance to a sage like me!

The only thing I have continued to tell this friend consistently during these seven years is….

“I love you.”

And I trust Someone else to make something of it.


As our Friend walked me into a day that will bring me into contact with many folks, some I’ve never met and some who have slept on the pillow next to mine 17,155 nights, the temptation is there to harp. I told my Buddy how it is about giving advice. He smiled at me the way he does and said…

“I found it helpful to give myself instead.”

Your move.

Brother Pat

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