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| So I just recently got back from a mission trip to Tijanna. Man it was fun and amazing. They have so little but are so happy. We helped build houses and had Vocational Bible School(VBS) in the afternoon. I broke the record for saying the declaration of a world changering the new record is 12:41s from 13 sec. I was given direction on what to do next summer...help with totus tuus with the catholic church, this came from just holding a little girl during VBS who just wanted to lay down and have someone hold her. She tried talking to me but I had no idea what she was saying. Another cool thing was I was close to being an Missonary Advisor (MA). This was my first mission trip and being an MA is an honor anyway. But they had me assist two of the MA for our group and at one point all of the MAs were gone so they had me fill in. The last day our Team Leaders (TL) told me "you were practily was an MA". I could have stayed longer in all honesty. I didn't mind sleeping on the ground or the port-a-potys, and I love Mexican food, the two minute showers were the biggest challenge, but I really could not complain... oh and the weather is more unbearable here than in Mexico. The other half of our group is about and hour and forty-five minutes away from where I'm going to college so that is really cool too. I miss them, but I'm not "home sick for Mexico" I'll see them again, and working at the store does allow me to share God's love with many people so coming back wasn't too much of a challenge, however I did get sick to my stomache but it was after arriving home not arriving in Mexico. | | |
| Almost everything that could go wrong working in a grociery store did go wrong. Okay so maybe the tabacco case didn't almost fall on me again, and I didn't almost slip on a wet floor. But first when I was making sings and a fellow employee asked how much the candy bars were on sale for I said "two for $5" wow I didn't know candy bars were that expensive, needless to say they were 2 for $1. Then as I'm cashiering someone paid me with $30, I hit an extra 0 making it 300. This followed by almost giving someone $30 change because they wrote the check for 30 but realizing it should only be ruffly $6. (It's also a good thing this is a small town 'cause the people are honest and when I say small I mean small not like 900 people being a small class type of town, but 1000 people total size town). That was all before 1:00 my lunch. After lunch I misread JUL as June on the date on half and half. Then the last thing (thank goodness) I was doing a delievery and well lets just say I got the wrong milk, wrong coffee, and foam soap instead of tomato soap. I had rang everything up and the person who took the order caught the errors thankfully before I left the store, but a hassel to fix and everyone was laughing including my boss who was the one who took the order. The handwritting was in half print half cursive though and the "t" from tom looked like and "f" and we abbreaviate foam "fom" and milk was written as reg milk well different deffinition of regular. I think 2% because thats what most people buy, she thinks whole 'cause well its whole.
It was agreed all around it's a good thing I have the day off tomorrow, cause I obviously need it. | | |
| *Drew looks at me.
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be.
I'll bet she's beautiful,
That girl he talks about.
And she's got everything
That I have to live without.
*Drew talks to me.
I laugh, cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see
Anyone, when he's with me.
He says he's so in love.
He's finally got it right.
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do.
*Drew walks by me.
Can he tell that I cant breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly.
The kind of flawless I wish I could be.
Candace better hold him tight,
Give him all her love,
Look in those beautiful eyes,
And know she's lucky, cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do.
So I drive home alone.
As I turn out the light,
I'll put his picture down,
And maybe get some sleep tonight.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart,
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do.
He's the time taken up,
But there's never enough.
And he's all that I need to fall into.
*Drew looks at me.
I fake a smile so he won't see.
*Names have been changed | | |
| Lately people keep asking if I mind being one of very few youth among many elderly people, but I really don't mind. Think back when Jesus was young he was found in the temple with elders. Well, I also have this book called "My imitation of Christ" in it it says "Keep not much company with young people and strangers. Be not flattered with the rich, nor willingly appear before the great. Associate thyself with the humble and simple, with the devout and virtuous, and treat of those things which edify. (Rom. 14:19)" For some reason the first part of that has stuck in my head since the first time I read it. Maybe its because I have always seemed to get along better with adults rather than people my own age.
Don't we all
I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum. From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but then there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times."
"I hope he deosn't ask me for any money," I thought.
He didn't.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke.
"That's a very pretty car,"he said.
He was ragged, but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard kept more than his face warm.
I said,"thanks," and continued wiping off my car.
He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened, something inside said, "ask him if he needs any help."
I was sure that he would say "yes," but I held true to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help"? I asked.
He answered with three simple, but profound words that I shall never forget. I expected nothing but an outstreched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all"? he said.
I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun.
Don't we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for the bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for the bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.
Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help, too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with probblems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.
Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. You never now when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.
Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then, said, "Go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help"
Don't we all?
~~~Unkown
That teaches three things. One everyone needs help and anyone can help even if it's just a smile and a smile is one thing in this world that is free. Second you could save a person life, they may not be in physical trouble, but maybe they are in emotional trouble and you by just reaching out a hand can save their life. And three never judge a person by what they look like looks can be decieving. Look at David a really little man who took on a giant and won. People who look tough may not be at all and people who look weak could be the strongest there is. | | |
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