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Do what? Do SOMETHING!

May 1, 2015

Once I was called from the audience unexpectedly to sing in a quartet. It had been a while since I had done four part harmony so I wasn’t totally confident.  But I was game. Never had sung with these folks but they were good musicians and, more importantly, good sports.

One of the group was also playing the piano. I wasn’t sure which part I was to sing. Probably alto since I had heard the pianist sing by herself previously and I thought she would qualify as a soprano and that’s a good part for someone also playing the piano.

 

So the song commenced and I headed toward the alto notes. Trouble is, the microphone at the piano was not turned up so those of us at the podium couldn’t hear the lead line and that made the concept of harmony a bit difficult. I kept sliding toward the tenor notes – he didn’t need my help, trust me.

After a bit of wobbling or warbling, I decided that if we couldn’t hear the melody line, the audience might not be able to hear it either. And I knew this much, if a part was missing it shouldn’t be the melody. So I abandoned the alto attempt and picked up the soprano to carry it for the home stretch.

I have never wanted to hear the recording of that song. People said kind things but …

 grimace

I wasn’t sure what my role was – if I was doing too much or too little. I didn’t have enough information to feel confident about what my role was. The only thing I was confident about was someone needed to do something to address the obvious need.

I felt much the same way when I gave away my flip flops last week.

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As I walked into a travel plaza on the Florida turnpike I saw her yelling at a young man who was obviously walking away from her and the little boy next to her. “We are homeless!!! You DO get that, don’t you? We are homeless!!”

I walked into the restroom praying for direction and wisdom.  As I came out she came in, heading to the big handicapped stall at the far end and pushing a child’s car seat – and a back pack along with several pillowcases filled with stuff. She was crying and the little boy looked resolutely calm.

I walked by, asking Jesus to be perfectly clear to me about my role in this unfolding drama.

 

I was aware of His nearness but was unsettled about any specific response on my part. So I did the wisest thing I knew to do – I found The Dietz and asked him what he thought. He came through with the wisest of questions.  “What do you think you are being prompted to do?”

“Well, … SOMETHING!” That’s all I knew.

I didn’t know my role. And this was waaaay worse than the mangled quartet gig, I promise!

 

I didn’t know the specifics of the something. Only a vague general direction.

  • Echo Jesus.

  • Leave the scent of Heaven.

  • Be an ambassador of reconciliation.

  • Point toward hope.

So I found myself knocking on the door of the big handicapped stall at the far end of the travel plaza bathroom.

[Insert conversation about much chaos and drama and loss and heartbreak and accusations and brokenness.]

“I don’t know what You want me to do, Lord. Let Your Spirit move my heart and my thoughts.”

So, Becky, start with what you do know:

  • She had been left behind by an abusive person.

  • She had bruises on her neck and moved as if in pain.

  • She and her little boy had no shoes on.

  • She was sad and afraid.

  • She had sores all over her face and she said her mom was asking her to be drug tested before she would send money to help her.

  • She said she had no money.

  • She said they hadn’t eaten that day.

 

Oh, and a couple other things I did know: whatever I did, it would not be perfect (I’m not Jesus) and I wouldn’t be able to fix it completely.

I didn’t know enough. I didn’t have enough.

Now, Becky, start with what you do have:

I remembered Peter’s words to the lame beggar long ago, “I don’t have silver or gold. But what I do have, I will give to you.”

  • I could give her something for lunch and some food to carry with her for supper.

  • I could put some flip flops from the gas station store on those little boy feet. (No adult flip flops in the store.)

  • I could get in my suitcase and give her a pair of my flip flops.

  • I could urge her to take the help her mom was offering her (“Report the abuse. Go to the hospital to be treated and drug tested. Then I will send you money to come home.”)

And …

  • I could promise her that nothing she had done, no mistake, no bad decision, no regret was too big for Jesus to deal with – His love for her is greater than anything. He wants to walk with her on this hard road.

As I lay down to sleep safe at home in my clean bed next to my loving husband that night, I still had the same lingering, throbbing uncertainty. Did I do what He put me there to do? Did my momentary ministry, my lunch box offering fulfill my role?

I’m thinking that Oswald Chamber’s words fit the situation:

the fact that I do not know is what it means to walk with Jesus.

It’s doubtful that I’ll ever cross paths again with this young woman and her son. But I’m continuing to pray for rescue for Morgan and Jaden. I know from where their plight originates and who delights in such brokenness. I know Who offers healing and restoration. Please pray with me for redeeming grace to invade their story.

And pray that I will get better at quickly and clearly knowing my role in chaotic situations like this. That all of us – people of the Cross –will know our role (for short term or long term involvement) in bringing to pass “on earth as it is in Heaven.”

We can do SOMETHING to make this world more like HOME.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 1, 2015 1:59 pm

    I loved this! May the lord guide us all to do unto others. LJSOAO! Let Jesus stick out all over.
    From the heart, Vickie
    Ponder365.com

    • May 1, 2015 8:10 pm

      I just LOVE that: Let Jesus stick out all over! Each one of us with display His grace in different ways but … May it be so!

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