I have been so blessed in many ways. One of these ways is by having good, solid friendships with people who challenge me in my faith. Sometimes these challenges can be hard to swallow, but they are always needed. The most recent challenge that got me thinking came to me in an e-mail. Many of you know Evan, and if you have ever been around him you know that faith challenges come from all directions from him. He asked me the question, "What has been your biggest "light bulb" moment from God?" I had never been asked this before, and I'm sad to say I was stumped for a little bit! I was trying to think of a single moment in time when I just knew that God was telling me something, and I realized there had been many, many of them. But then a time came to me, and I knew what moment was my biggest "light bulb moment" from God. It wasn't a single event though, it was a series of events that drew me closer to God than anything has since.
If you have spent any time around me, ever, then I have probably told you about the mission trip my church youth group took to Piedras Negras, Mexico. They were building a church by hand, and we had gone down to help them. We had to dig 6 feet deep, 4 feet across holes for the support pillars to go into, and we soon found out a lot of where we were digging was solid rock. So people would use a jack hammer to break up some of the ground, then others would go in and scoop out the rock with shovels, and the process would begin again. I actually got to use a jack hammer, it was pretty awesome! This trip was so special to me, because it drew me closer to the friends I already had and even helped me make some of the most important friendships of my life. What changed me, however, was someone who lived there. The second day of working, me and my friend Jessica were working on one of the holes when a man approached us and in Spanish said he and another guy were needing a couple people to help them lay the bricks, and asked if we would want to help. We said sure and went over to help them. Now, in later reflection, I realize they probably just wanted to get us away from the power tools, but I guess we'll never really know. They introduced themselves- the man who approached us was named Ronnie and the man with him was named Bennie. Now Ronnie was speaking only Spanish to us, but Bennie was trying to learn English so he would ask us what different words were in English. That day as we worked Ronnie and Bennie asked us questions and showed us how we were going to lay the bricks and get them to be even. Me and Jess absolutely LOVE to sing, and turns out so did these guys. The problem was, we didn't know the songs in Spanish and they didn't know them in English. We actually both learned songs in the opposite language, which was cool. But we came up with a solution- we would sing songs that had different parts and just sing them in our respective languages. Our favorite song got to be "Someday". If you haven't heard it I would recommend looking it up- it's beautiful. As we were singing it I got to thinking about how cool it was that we were from different cultures, had trouble communicating, and yet we all worshiped the same God and found a way to worship together.
All week, I had been struggling to understand/talk to Ronnie. I was talking to a girl from the church there (she spoke fluent English) a few nights into our trip, and communicated my frustration over the difficulty to her. She looked confused and said, "Ronnie is one of the best English speakers we have here." I was shocked! The next day I went up to him and told him his ruse was up, and asked why he hadn't told me. He chuckled and said "Well, me hermana, I know both English and Spanish. So, it will help you talk to others more here if I speak in Spanish to you." He then, of course, resumed to talking only in Spanish to me. But I got to thinking about it, and he had been teaching me so much and that he was right.
Another thing I noticed about Ronnie was that he was the first person there in the morning, and the last one to leave at night. He was also one of the most cheerful people out there working. He would joke around with me and Jessica about how strong we were going to get and would make fun of the stuff we would say. No matter how tough the work got or how rainy it was, nothing could get him down. I was so impressed by his dedication to making the building the best it could be. I asked someone from the church towards the end of the trip if Ronnie was a deacon or preacher there or just one of the members. They told me that Ronnie actually wasn't a member there. They told me he went to a church in another town. This blew me away. One of the hardest, most cheerful workers there didn't even go to that church.
That, my friends, is being the hands and feet of Jesus. Ronnie saw a need, and he filled it with a glad and sincere heart. All that week he had been teaching me and Jess words in spanish, but it wasn't until later that I realized that he had taught us so, so much more. He had taught us the true meaning of service. He worked his hardest and expected absolutely nothing in return.
The last night we were there we were saying goodbye and crying. Ronnie hugged us and quoted us a line that we had been singing all week- "Peace and joy and happiness, no more sorrow- someday." He said "Someday soon we will see each other again. No need to cry, it is happy." At the time, I was thinking very literally. Next year we were scheduled to go back to Piedras Negras, and so I'd get to see him them. Since then, the unrest in Mexico has caused our church to be unable to go back. As I am writing this, I am fighting tears because I realize what Ronnie meant. We many not see each other in this world. But someday we will get to see Ronnie again.
Because of Ronnie, I see the world differently. Because of that week and the impact he had on me, I want to be a servant that expects absolutely nothing in return. I know that Jesus is going to accept Ronnie and say "Well done, my good and faithful servant." And because of Ronnie, I am striving to be another one that Jesus greets with that same phrase.
My challenge to you this week is this- be a servant. Our time on earth is short, and we should all remember that we are working towards a greater goal than anything this earth can offer. Find five people this week, and do something nice for them that they cannot repay you for. Send a note of encouragement, send them anonymous flowers to let them know that you appreciate them and the impact they have on you, or give someone a call that you have been holding something against, and say those freeing words "I forgive you."
Someday, Someday, Someday, Someday
Peace and joy and happiness, no more sorrow...someday.
Gotta be ready when He calls my name, I gotta be ready when He calls my name, I gotta be ready when he calls my name...someday.
The trumpet will sound and all the dead will rise, we'll walk the streets of gold...someday.
Be salt and light!
~Hannah~
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