#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.

Old folks, all of them.

Young folks are busy with more important things.

Old folks came flowing to the pumpkin patch yesterday morning.

We make those pumpkins available to our community at no charge. Just donations to our church’s Haiti Mission. It will be in the thousands of dollars.

They brought their knives (Mitsy lost hers - 18 times) and trailers and smiles and wisdom and energy.

They brought their faith.

They waded in to the work with enthusiasm and without reservation.

No pay.

Just the desire to bring some light to a dark world.

And a passion to offer healing where there is hurt.

They know those pumpkins are a vessel that pours out the Spirit of hope and strength to those in defeat and despair.

They have a wisdom that witnesses deep and wide.

It is a pleasure to watch them bend and sway.

Sort of like a prayerful dance.

It makes you smile, and cry, and want to join in.

Young folks are busy with more important things I guess.

I just pray they have folks like these with whom they can do them.

Eh?

As our Friend and I talked ourselves into the right pace for a good walk we were focused on some fields being harvested. The echoes of the banter from yesterday’s gathering weren’t diminishing. They were amplifying toward a crescendo of magnificent truth. He smiled at me the way he does and said…

“Like fine wine.”

Your move.

Brother Pat

Posted 6 days ago