Yesterday afternoon as I was on my way to picking up our oldest from school, another parent got my attention in the parking lot:
“Hey. I was behind you as we pulled in. It looks like your rear passenger break light is about to go out cause it was cycling faster than the driver side. Just thought you should know.”
“Thanks; I’ll make sure to get that taken care of before i’m pulled over.”
Light banter was exchanged as made our way to the school lobby as we waited for our children to be called out.
Today as I was out and about running errands, I decided to stop into an Auto Parts store to get a replacement bulb for the light which was on it’s way out. I had looked up a Youtube vid earlier. Complete removal and installation in 2 minutes and some change. Piece of cake.
I purchased the bulb and came back to our Honda. I forgot that the job required a Phillip’s head screwdriver, which I did not have with me.
Most Auto Parts Store parking lots i’ve observed tend to have at least one or two Do-it-Yourselfers working on their vehicles on site. It makes sense, since you never know what part/tool you’ll need. Today was no exception, as I surveyed a pair of fellows working under the hood of a Chrysler Minivan.
“Hey man; would you loan me a Phillip’s Head screwdriver?”
“Sure; it’ll cost you $28 bucks though.”
“No problem; I’ll put a deposit on it.” I retorted.
After wiggling the break light assembly free, me and my Campus Ministry Leader inspected the bulb.
“Looks good to me.” he remarked. I concurred.
We decided to test the lamp and observe it’s functionality ourselves.
Turn signal, break light, left and right side were A-ok.
“Huh.” I pondered allowed. “I wonder what the lady behind me was looking at yesterday afternoon?”
I contemplated returning the new, un-opened bulbs to get my $6.96 back, but thought I better hold onto them incase what the other parent saw really was the case.
As I went to return the Phillip’s Head, the Good Samaritan said, “I take cash.” with a smile.
“I have something better than cash” as I fished out a business card with our church’s contact info and particulars.
“Oh ok; Church of Christ. That’s alright. Do you guys have a food pantry or anything like that?”
“Not yet.” I replied. “We’re a small fellowship now, but hopefully we grow to that point where we can offer food to the community.”
We continued talking. Apparently this kind stranger has been living out of his van for the past 8 months. He’s been trying to get on his feet, but his A/C pulley assembly has seized up, so he and his buddy Dave under the hood were attempting a work around.
“Have you eaten yet today?” I asked.
“Oh yeah; I have. I’m good.”
“I haven’t.” said Dave from under the van.
I reached into my wallet and took out the little cash I had on me and handed it to him.
“It’s not much, but hopefully you can get yourself a burger or something.”
“Thanks man; I really appreciate that“. As Dave beamed. “Can I get one of those cards too?” He asked.
“Sure.” I wrote my number on Dave’s and the Good Samaritan’s cards.
We talked for a few more moments and then we made our leave. Before going, the Good Samaritan gave me a firm handshake and thanked me again for my kindness. I smiled and returned to my van.
As I sat there with our Campus Ministry Leader, I said:
“Now I know why that parent told me about my break light going it bad; it was so we could come here today and meet those two men. Nothing is by accident or coincidence”.
We drove off.
Median American Household Income: $51,939 (2013).
Median Home Price: $189,900 (2014).
Over this past week my wife has witnessed two apparent crimes, or at least incidents that looked like something was awry. Both times I was with her but not paying attention or looking in the direction she was. Both times her first inclination was to call the Police, and both times I cringed and cautioned her to think carefully before acting.
The first time we were on our way home from church when my wife witnessed what she described as a carjacking. I was driving, my wife was next to me in the passenger’s seat, with our three children in the 2nd row of our minivan. I heard tires screech and looked in the rearview mirror just in time to see a woman standing in the road looking visibly shaken and exclaiming that someone just stole her car. Her vehicle did a 180 and drove full speed against traffic in the wrong direction. One of the nearby motorist invited the woman in, and they sped down the road in pursuit. All of this took place in the span of 10 seconds or so. My wife, who saw more than i did, brought out her phone and cried out “Someone just stole that lady’s car! I’m going to call the Police!” She repeated it two times afterwards, which got our oldest son anxious. He said he was scared and started crying. Now I was upset because he was now effected by this incident. I’m trying to calm him and my wife down, without conveying my growing anger towards her at the moment (we talked it over later on that day and I apologized for being insensitive at the time).
As calmly as I could:
Me: “What are you going to tell the Police when you call them?” Did you see the person who supposedly stole the car? Did you see a scuffle or an exchange? Did you get a make/model/tags?”
My Wife: “No”.
Me: “So what were you going to tell them?”
My Wife: “I dunno; just what happened.”
This afternoon, we were both sitting at our dinning room table which is adjacent to a large window which overlooks a major intersection in the downtown area. Again, my wife sees something that I don’t.
My Wife: “Look at that! Look at those guys running! They came from that car, and they threw something over the tracks (train) and are running away from that red car? I think the stole it! I’m going to call the police!”
Me: “What car. Oh I see. Those guys ran from that red car?”
My Wife: “Yes!”
Me: “How do you know they stole the car?”
My Wife: “They left the car right there and ran. The trunk is open!”
Half an hour later or so, the red car with the open trunk was no longer there. Someone must have moved it.
I love my wife, and I trust her instincts. She is more pure hearted and optimistic than I am. But in these instances, I cautioned her. Put aside the events of the past 24 months involving the Police. As a person from Alkebu-Lan, I have always had to think twice before involving Law Enforcement in any situation I’m a part of. I could only imagine the interview/conversation that would have ensued had she gone through with her intentions, with the little info she could provide.
The Police serve a purpose, just not in these two incidents.
While I was busy trying to put some things together for my next move, I was the move that was made. I’ve welcomed it; sometimes we don’t make the changes needed until they are made for us.
“36 (AO)Seeing the [ab]people, He felt compassion for them, (AP)because they were[ac]distressed and [ad]dispirited like sheep [ae]without a shepherd. 37 Then He *said to His disciples, “(AQ)The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few“. – Matthew 9:36-37
I don’t know, or even know of, many people who are wholly dedicated to a singular purpose. I like to think of myself as a devoted follower of Christ, husband, father of three, son, brother, uncle, friend, etc. but in reality I am often divided in my focus an agenda. If i’m being really honest, the fact is I don’t care as much as I should about the responsibility given me in all of these different roles.
I first became aware of Stan and his work when i saw the 60 Minutes segment that was done on Remote Area Medical RAM back in 2008. Not unaware of the plight of many Americans who have little or no healthcare, I was floored by the magnitude and scope of the problem.
I got the portion of the segment where Scott talks with Joanne, a woman who was lucky enough to get in to seen, only to find out that the vision care line had closed.
“The Lord will take care of me, the Lord will provide. The Lord will provide.” – Joanne Ford
I broke down right there and started bawling. I cried so hard that Monica was concerned, almost afraid for me. How could we let this happen? How can we live in a society where this is possible? How can people who are working or trying to find work not have the access, the right to health and medical care?
Even as typed this, I re-watched the video. I broke down again twice before making through the end.
I don’t know how many people will read this, or where you are in life, but a human beings we have to do something about this. People are hurting; not just in some far away country but right in your city/town/neighborhood. Do something about it; anything, it doesn’t matter. We can’t sit back and wait for the government or anyone else to act on our behalf, we the people need to help those who cannot help themselves.
I thank God for Stan Brock, and the countless people out there like him who see the people, harassed and helpless, and have decided to act. I too will act.
“You know…I am sad that we are the wealthiest nation in the world, and we don’t take care of our own.” – Joanne Ford
A few weeks ago I was having a casual conversation about what, I cannot recall at the moment. What I do remember is an incident that occurred during the talk.
The topic of discussion was fairly random; from current events, to sports, to the going ons in our respective homes. My acquaintance then began commenting on a colleague he knew from “Africa”. Nowhere specific, just “Africa”. This individual held some particular beliefs that my acquaintance found odd, to which he asked me, “But isn’t that how most African’s are?” I looked at him, trying to hold back my incredulity and calmly responded, “How should I know?”
As I’ve mentioned before, I am a first-generation Nigerian, born and raised in the U.S. Outside of a few stints here and there, I have spent the entirety of my existence in the U.S. I do posses what many would call a “traditional Nigerian” name. Regardless, I have come across this phenomena of People referring to Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) as a single country on countless occassions.
It’s important to note that my acquaintance himself is the descendant of people taken forcibly from Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) hundreds of years ago. To him, Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) is a homogeneous, unvaried region. It is his fault that he holds such views. The many cultures, societies, and people who comprise Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) is well documented. My concern is that incidents like this are not isolated. Read most articles or listen to most radio shows or television programs, and you will get steady dose of this narrative:
Africa = one big wild, weird, backward, tragic country.
There’s almost a pride in knowing the least about it or being uninformed. I’m curious as to how such an erroneous account became the standard. Like all places, Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) has it’s share of problems. Poor leadership, tension between ethnic & cultural groups, and difficult economic conditions have plagued the land. But these are not unique to Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”). All people, since the creation of time, have experienced violence, greed, poor governance, war, and economic hardship. Like all places in this world Alkebu-Lan (the place most call Africa) is made of many different people with many different thoughts, views, and opinions. I have yet visited or heard of a place where everyone though, felt, and acted the same way about anything. Even here in the U.S., the bastion of all things civilized and well with mankind, you’d be hard pressed to find a state, let alone an entire region, who get alone and work together on a consistent basis.
So if it hasn’t been said, I’m saying it now:
Alkebu-Lan (the place most call “Africa”) is a continent comprised of 54 sovereign countries, and Western Sahara, a member state of the African Union whose statehood is disputed by Morocco. There are people of all shape, size, color, and variety. The continent has virtually all the types of landscapes found on this Earth. It is place where people love, live, and do the best they can with what they’ve been given, just like we all try to do on this planet.
Spread the word.
It’s been a whole year since I began recording my thoughts an musings here (wow, time flies). As a thank you for bearing with me as I try to make sense of life, here’s a few shots of some runners I recently picked up:
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12 “I have many more things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.13 But when He, (R)the Spirit of truth, comes, He will (S)guide you into all the truth; for He will not speak on His own initiative, but whatever He hears, He will speak; and He will disclose to you what is to come. 14 He will (T)glorify Me, for He will take of Mine and will disclose it to you. 15 (U)All things that the Father has are Mine; therefore I said that He takes of Mine and will disclose it to you.” – John 16:12-15 (NASB)
The Holy Spirit is a Christian’s personal guide in regard to the specific will of God in that individual’s life. He speaks to the Christian on behalf of God, so there is no reason to doubt or fear his message. His sole purpose is to glorify God the Father and God the Son, at all times.
Learning to discern, interpret, and implement the wishes of the Holy Spirit is crucial for any follower of Christ to be effective in his discipleship.
So my children are away at Grandma & Grandpa’s for much of this week. This is our first extended (longer than two days) time away from each other. Initially the thought of having a few days without the crew around was quite appealing, but as is often the case, ideas tend to outpace reality.
It’s not just that I miss our daughter slicking into our bed at least twice a night, being awoken by the shrieks of our 9-month old son, or our oldest asking for cereal before sunup. I realized that this is the first step in the process of letting go. Our children will be with us only for a short while, as we try to teach them how to be a light to the world. 18 some-odd years seems like a long time, but it goes by quickly. Our oldest will be 6 in December, and our is daughter will be 3 in two weeks, going on 14 it feels. My role as their father is to make the most of these few moments, and pray that God makes up the difference.
Grandma has sent a few phone pics and informed us, that the children ask about us everyday. That made me smile.