Scarves and boots, isn’t that the way everyone dresses to go into the attached garage?
Two years ago our door went cock-eyed to the garage. We tried rubber seals, adjusting the latches, and hinges. Archie and I finally said “uncle” and bought a new door last year. Well, you know the ending of that story. Snow continued to blow into the garage as the new door quietly stood against the wall.
Winter came and went, Taylor and I layering heavy. A big sigh of relief when spring returned and the worries of the heating costs and the frigid discomfort retreated for another season.
Winter is on the horizon yet again. Sigh.
I got a call from my one of my bosses this week. He would like to help put in the door. Yeah!!! I happily said I would take off trim, the old metal door frame, and get out shims and caulk. When removing the metal trim the last screw stripped. Errrr! Since it was the last screw at the bottom, I grabbed the framing hammer to pry the screw from the door frame. A hammer to remove a screw. Can you imagine Nebuchadnezzar II knowing that his amazing invention of the screw was going to be used in conjunction with a hammer? He would not be impressed, but I never claimed to be an impressive person :). As I was tugging away I thought,”This would preach!”
I don’t preach, but I do blog.
Way back in the day, Archie and I were teaching parents at a home for boys placed there by the court system. At the time, we were buying our home but when the full time position of live-in teaching parents opened, we put our house on the market and accepted the invitation. We went from an earth integrated A-frame, two bed, one bath on 1.5 acres to an apartment attached to the facility. We had an assistant who lived off site. Taylor was five and was always by our side. We had emergency plans for “shut downs” (when the boys raged or took themselves out of the “program”) as the curriculum was based around “Boys Town,” in Nebraska. Archie and I valued the training we had and considered it our “calling.” I will share that Archie and I felt very inept when we were first hired as assistants. Our boss, with whom we grew very close, would encourage,”God doesn’t call the enabled, He enables the called.”
Again, when Archie was diagnosed and his oncologist urged to reduce his stress, we painfully stepped away from what we thought we were called to do. Change of plans. We took our house off the market and went home.
Today when using the hammer on the screw this memory returned. The premise of the encouragement from our boss, and friend Rick, was based on scripture. The Message interprets it very well:
1 Corinthians 1:26-31 “Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of “the brightest and the best” among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these “nobodies” to expose the hollow pretensions of the “somebodies”? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, “If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God.”
Basically what it’s saying is, if I was really good at something, it would be easy for me to say,”Look what I’ve done.” If I have no previous or limited ability or talent but there are amazing results from whatever I am doing, then people see God doing miraculous things through or in spite of me. Pretty cool, don’t you think?
Sometimes God uses a hammer to remove a screw so He can get the glory and we don’t get in His way. Soooo…what do have limited experience in, but our heavenly Dad is tugging at your heart?
This hammer need to head to bed so, until tomorrow: Blessings!