I don’t know if you remember Labor Day when you were in AIM, but I specifically remember that on Labor Day, we labored.
Now I worship with a group of people that are carrying out that same idea. This Labor Day we will labor. There are lots of things at the building that can be done and I’m sure we’ll have some fun while we’re doing it.
When it was announced on Wednesday night I was reminded of the Labor Day when I was in AIM. If my memory serves me correctly (which it rarely does) I believe that the group I was with went out by the Heritage Apartments on 4th Street. We went through that neighborhood offering to mow lawns, pick up trash, etc. We wanted to help people … show them that there were some people left in the world that did good things for others.
We met a girl that was very interested in getting to know us better. She needed some friends. She visited the apartments once in awhile and began to develop a relationship with some of us. She came banging on my door in the middle of the night one time … she was terrified. Some old memories had started creeping up on her and she had gotten really scared. She stayed the night with us so she could feel safe.
She ended up having to go to a facility for a while to work on some things in her head that she couldn’t get settled down. I can remember going to visit her. I was so scared. I had never been in a place like that before. We had a good time and eventually she was able to leave for a few hours a week to go to movies with us. I would like to think she was encouraged by that.
I don’t know what happened to her. I’m not sure that we had a lasting impact on her or showed her Jesus in the way we intended. But I know that she had a lasting impact on me. I think of her often and wonder how she’s doing. That relationship helped me learn to love and to give even when someone appears to have nothing to give in return.
Jesus loves us like that. He loves us “anyway”. I read in a book that “God’s love is not if or because, it’s always“. I like that. I think it’s impossible for us to love unconditionally, but He gives us the example to follow. For while we were still sinners He died for us … while we were still enemies … He saved us.
If you happen to be doing laundry one night and notice a puddle on the floor beside your washing machine what do you do? Let’s say you decide to investigate the leak and you remove the front of the washer (while it’s still washing) would you be startled if you saw this sign?
I have to admit it was a little unsettling to see this little guy getting electrocuted. I never figured out where the leak was coming from. But oddly it only leaks when the front panel is on. So I’ve left it off for now. Amazing how after you see that little man a few times you don’t even notice the “DANGER” sign above his head. You only notice that his legs look a lot longer than they should be.
I guess it’s because I live alone that I’m learning to be quite independent. My dad looks at me with frustration … outlined with a little pride when he sees pictures like these:
In case you can’t make out the pictures (the quality is quite poor), this is what it looks like when you stuff a recliner into the back of a Volkswagen Beetle. I really couldn’t believe that I was able to do it, but I thrive on challenges like this. After removing said recliner from the Beetle I proceeded to drag it upstairs by myself. This is really only the beginning of the stupid things that living by yourself forces you into (especially if you are impatient, obsessive compulsive, and too proud to ask for help).
Am I the only one that knows what it’s like to not want to ask for help?
The picture above shows Deni and Snack after a game of tag. Actually it was more like chase … bite … chase. Deni was usually a little crabby since she was older. Snack being a typical male puppy … would always bother her. On the day this photo was taken he had been messing with her and when she went after him he ran to that mattress and plopped down. I’m almost sure I heard him scream, “Base!” as soon as he got there.
A friend of mine recently sprayed their backyard for ticks. She mentioned that they failed to spray the porch area. It didn’t take long for all those ticks to start heading for the porch … she said she couldn’t believe how many of them there were.
We started joking about how they were all screaming, “Get on base! Get on base!” Someone made the comment … “The porch was always base wasn’t it?!”
This brought back lots of memories of tag games played as a child. We would use whatever was most convenient for BASE. If I was “it” I would make the base the tiniest little thing possible, that way not many people could fit on it. If I was not it … base was … the house. Something huge like that. I wanted to be able to get to base as quickly as possible.
Base is defined as a starting point, safety area, or goal. When I think of base I usually think of a safe place. It’s the place where you stand in a game where you can’t be tagged. You can rest there … regain your strength … plan your next move.
I love the verse listed to the right that talks about the Lord being a strong tower … the righteous run to it and are safe. What better base than Jesus. He is always a safe place … a place where I can rest and catch my breath … regain my strength … plan my next move.
I’ve recently begun to view His church as a sort-of base as well. This was not true for most of my life. But when things began to crumble around me … I found my base. God provided a group of people that allowed me to breathe. They let me camp out as long as I needed in order to catch my breath and get ready to start playing again. I thank God for this little church that constantly shows me that there is safety with God’s people.
What do you think of when you think of BASE? What is your safe place? Do you have a place where you can go to breathe and rest?