As we lament another tragedy in the United Kingdom, our anger at humanity escalates, and “rightly so,” we tell ourselves. And yet, before we let our blanket of anger cover all of humanity, shouldn’t we ask a few questions?
Is all of humanity to blame? Of course not. Then why do we feel so impassioned, indignant, and irate a lot of time? Because we’re sick and tired of the senseless killings. And what about God? Why doesn’t God stop these monstrous acts of hatred? Because God isn’t to blame. So, how can we feel differently about the majority of the people in the world? By remembering and celebrating those events in our lives where we saw God at work.
One of my events of absolute, sheer joy came at a time of desperation and groveling. Let me share with you why we can always feel encouraged by the whole of humanity, in spite of the few.
My husband and I had invested our life savings into a small, independent retail store. We worked our butts off day and night to annul the previous owner’s lack of caring for customers, and were finally making progress in building the business up again. That is, until the corporate hammer of doom beat us down, some eighteen months later. The mall renovation was to take over our space and we had to leave the mall.
Not willing to concede, my husband came up with a plan to stay. He would build a kiosk, pay the same amount of rent, and—put wheels under the kiosk, so that he could move it at moment’s notice to get out of the way of construction. This was a plan the very wealthy corporate giants couldn’t refuse. So we stayed in the mall, and moved the 10’ x 12’ x 12’ high kiosk eighteen times by rolling it on its forty-eight wheels when necessary in fifteen minutes. Now that’s a true example of David and Goliath, wouldn’t you say?
In the meantime, we were to plan and build, at our own expense, a new space in the mall once the renovation was completed. We signed off on the plans and a new lease, but never imagined that the provisions for who was to pay for what in the construction agreement would be changed midstream into the construction phase. Of course, the corporate ogres knew we couldn’t back out, because we had already poured all of our money into the new store, paying for everything as stipulated in the construction agreement and more.
Once the construction was done and we opened our new store, we had used up all of our money, including our draw loan, and I got a call from the bank, threatening to take our house if we didn’t start paying our long term loan on time. I begged, I cried, and finally the banking officer agreed to wait and work with us. A couple of days later, the mall electrical contractor came in to the store and handed me a several thousand-dollar invoice for “our part” of the construction overages for the mall.
I politely handed the invoice back to him, and said, “We have no money,” tears streaming down my face. He said, “Let me see what I can do.” Weeks later, the same man came into the store, and said, “Your bill has been taken care of. We’ve watched the mall ‘screw you guys over’ time and time again, so we added your bill to one of the mall’s change orders.” Relief swept over us like a ray of sunshine.
Many years later, after our business was doing very well, we occasionally remember that human kindness that literally saved our business life and we celebrate God’s provision—in the same way as we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection after he suffered for all of humanity, including us, by going to the cross.
My friends, this is how we acknowledge the goodness of humanity.
Do you have a life event to share in which you saw God at work? If nothing comes to mind, think back over your life, and you will remember once such event. When you remember that event, you can always post it on www.claypotpublishing.com!
Until next time…