Light

He’s here every Saturday morning. He loves it. And the people love him. He’s good at it. He’s good at lots of things really. He would never tell you about it. Doesn’t talk about himself. Instead, he just shows up, wears a smile, and does anything that needs to be done. Literally...I don't think there is anything that I have seen that he isn’t willing to do and he does it all with a great attitude. 

Sometimes I pull up and he has already set-up the whole parking lot. Every time I pull up, he is talking, laughing, smiling, and always, I mean always, encouraging somebody. It’s often me that he is speaking life into. He’s like my right hand man. And I need a right hand man...several of them actually. He’s a Barnabas in the way he speaks and Peter in the way he works. And he never needs credit for any of it. Doesn’t want it actually. 

One of the things you learn first as a leader is that you are only as good as the people around you. He is way better than me. I’m glad he is on my team. 

It didn’t surprise me at all when I pulled up to the House of the Harvest one day last summer and he was out there cutting the grass after he had been out there working all morning. In fact, there’s no telling how many times he’s gone out there and cut the grass without anyone knowing. He just does it because he’s a servant. 

He went looking for that lawn mower today. He couldn’t find it because I had borrowed it to cut my grass. My mower wasn’t running. 

“What’s wrong with your mower?”

“Who knows?” I reply.  I’ve never been the fix it type, especially not when it comes to motors.

“Let me take a look at it.” 

The next day he came hooked up his trailer, came by and got my mower, took it to his house, fixed it and brought it back. It took his entire Sunday afternoon. 

“How much?” I ask. 

“Nothing. Just happy to do it for you.”

And he is. I know. Because it’s all that he does from start to finish each day...serve others. And he’s always happy to do it. I’m proud to know him. Peter would call him a faithful steward of God’s grace. Jesus would call him “the light of the world.” He shines so bright it can’t be hidden. I would simply say, he just makes every place he goes a little bit better. Maybe a lot better. But no doubt better and brighter. He is light. I’m glad he crossed my path. 

“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16