Skip to main content

One Man's Trash...


Sitting in the car with my husband while getting the kids situated we witnessed a simple thing.  Two older gentlemen had been sharing a lunch at a fast food establishment, as they left the restaurant, the one gentleman pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, looked at it and then dropped it on the ground.  The second gentleman looked at him in horror.  The right look is worth 1000 words!  That second man chased down the paper, picked it up and deposited it into the trashcan, where it belongs.  I have no idea the relationship between the two men.  I have no idea what their life stories entail, but this made me think: There are two kinds of people in the world, those that don’t really care about what they leave behind and those that do. 

How much easier is it to just toss something to the side that doesn’t seem important to us.  Ignore the reality of a situation.  That was just one piece of trash that man threw on the ground why would that matter?  But if everyone did that the whole earth would be a waste bin.  We have neighbors that don’t take care of their trash and when the wind blows (which is daily and very hard), we find all sorts of trash in our yard- pizza boxes, empty cases of beer, even a trampoline.  They just don’t care.

If we think about this on a larger perspective, how often do we dismiss the homeless person, or the situation that makes us feel uncomfortable because it is easier?  Instead of taking the effort to take care of the situation, we dismiss it and don’t look at it.  This made me think of three Bible stories.  The first story is that of the children running up to Jesus.  His disciples didn’t think that they were important enough for Jesus’ time, but He made time for them and blessed their lives (Matthew 19:13-15).  The second story is the story of the woman at the well.  This woman was a woman that was “bad” she was “trash” in the view of the world.  But Jesus took the time and gave her living water.  (John 4).  The third story this reminded me of was the story of the good Samaritan.  When the priest passed the injured man and the Rabbi passed the injured man, but the Samaritan came and rescued the man, didn’t dismiss Him.  We never heard what that man did with his life, but who knows, he might have gone on to be the leader of the world.  (Luke 0:25-37). 

We never know what God is leading us to do, but it is important that we don’t just throw something off like it is trash.  It is important that we take the responsibility for the actions that we do and see things in the big picture instead of through our finite vision.  Following the Heart o God, you never know whom you are going to touch. 
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Center of God's Will

I was very blessed to go over to some new friend’s home last night and talk with them and others about life in general.   As the topic turned solely to missions late in the evening (as this couple used to travel around bringing the good news to kids around the world, and then lived in a different country for 3 years sharing the gospel) I said something like, it must feel amazing to be right in the center of God’s Will.   To have to rely on Him for protection from the most random events; to have to rely on God to take you out of situations that are dangerous; to rely on Him for every provision that you are given; and most importantly, to be brining the message of Christ to all nations under heaven.   Can you imagine?   Knowing that you are supposed to be right where you are, doing what you are doing, right when you are doing it because you have to, and have chosen to, rely on God for every little aspect of your life.   Well friends, I am not out spreading the me...
Post a Comment
Read more

Daily Bread

I have a dog.  He is cute , but he is still a dog.  That means that he is reliant on me.  He likes me no matter what, If I am not around him, he flips out a little and has anxiety.  If others try to claim him or take care of him when I'm not around, he growls and barks at them.  My dog's name is Spike .  He is a Yorkie.  I promised my husband if he got me a girlie dog, I would name it something masculine so he wouldn't have to go outside and yell fru fru when calling our dog.  Spike knows that I take care of him.  He knows that my husband and I are the two that take care of him the most.  The kids try to play with him and he runs to us with the toys.  The kids try to take him out and he only comes back when one of us calls him.  He knows our voice and respects our voice.  He also is needy.  Like he relies on us to take him outside to do his business and to feed him and give him water.  Spike will let us know ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The longest route...

There is no easy way around it, sometimes I take the hardest possible route to get anywhere.   During our re-make of our house, I purchase bar stools.   Our counter island is tall and so I measured t – it was 36 inches from the ground.   Therefore I purchased 29 inch bar stools thinking they would be perfect…   And they would have been had I measured from the ground to the trim that lines the bottom of the 36”.   In reality, I had 29” to play with and the stools that I purchased were tight against the lip under the island.   I put one together and realized my folly.   Looking on-line, I didn’t find any more that were comparable to the price I had paid and the style that I wanted but were only 24” tall.   When my husband came home, we decided to put the other three stools together and just deal with them.   On Sunday morning, before church, my husband took the bar stools outside and proceeded to cut 5” off each leg to make us 24” bar stool...
Post a Comment
Read more