I was on my way to an important appointment, which unfortunately was scheduled during the city’s much-dreaded morning rush hour. If possible, I try to plan my day in such a way that I can skip being on the road during that time.
When I headed out the door, I hoped that it would be different that day, but to my dismay, I soon was stuck in a slow-moving traffic jam. Moreover, to make matters worse, one of those old decrepit garbage dump trucks with an open back had pulled out of an apartment block right in front of me.
In Kenya, trash is a coveted commodity. Most discarded items still have value for someone, and recycling is done at the city’s huge garbage dumps by people who live there in hovels and cardboard huts.
Most of the refuse-collecting vehicles are decades old, and the outside looks as dreadful as the contents. This truck was so old that it creaked loudly, spewed diesel fumes, and surrounded everyone in close proximity with a cloud of intrusive stench. As if someone had tried to make it a more pleasant sight, it was decorated with discarded toys, old shoes and bits of Christmas decorations that dangled from strings off the sides. I wrinkled my nose and felt like swearing at the bad luck — not only the traffic jam, but being jammed behind the worst possible vehicle.
Then I noticed the three garbage collectors dressed in rags sitting in the midst of the heap of refuse on the open-back truck. One of the men was reading to the others from a large book — a Bible. Their faces held a serene expression, and they seemed to be quite oblivious to their awful surroundings.
As I sat in my car, watching this incongruent scene, it got me thinking about God. Despite the jam, praise began to form on my lips and lifted my gloomy mood. Soon the traffic jam dissolved and the truck turned into a side street. But the silent testimony of God’s presence in the midst of refuse and trash, and how these humble workers had partaken of something divine, stuck with me. I drove on, happy to have left the traffic jam behind, but touched by what I had witnessed.
Countless stories are told of small beginnings that lead to greater ends. This is my own small beginnings story.
It was a comment from a stranger that got me thinking about a change of direction in the social work that we were involved in at the time. The place where we had been working hadn’t yielded much lasting fruit and the outcome of our labor hadn’t been what we’d hoped. Our efforts seemed wasted and the work had become increasingly frustrating.
I had no idea exactly what it was that needed to change, but one day, when I least expected it, an encounter set things in motion. While waiting in an office reception area for an appointment, I got involved in small talk with a stranger. He was an executive from the African continent and talked fondly of his country, the scenic beauty, the people, but at the same time, the social imbalance and poverty.
Later, when thinking about this encounter, I realized that a fledgling seed had been deposited in the fertile ground of my mind. At first, it was just a tiny nudge, but when I gave it further attention, it began to sprout with an idea. Soon after, the idea morphed into a plan, at first scary, yet intriguing, especially since it involved a major change in location and mode of operating. After committing this undertaking to prayer and brainstorming, the plan slowly formed and we took action. With small and timid steps, we moved in the seemingly daunting direction that God was pointing. The consolidation phase into unknown territory had begun.
During the first stages of setting up a community work in an African country, our faith, resolve, and patience were thoroughly tested. Countless challenges needed conquering and unforeseen obstacles had to be hurdled. Finally, after a number of trial-and-error years, the base of a lasting aid project took shape.
Looking back down the mountain of accomplishment that started with a nudge, our time-tested work now celebrates its 25th year of service in marginalized communities. Since those first shaky steps and small beginnings, thousands of poor families have been helped, abandoned children have received education followed by job opportunities, and countless lives have been positively changed.
I have since learned not to underestimate the power of a thought, a fledgling idea, or a dream that nudges in a certain direction, that when followed, might lead to new and greater things. This reminds me of a story I recently read.
The first ever “horseless carriage” was built in 1769 by a Frenchman named Nicholas-Joseph Cugnot. It was an enormous three-wheeled, steam-powered gun carriage, which travelled along at the neck-breaking speed of one kilometer per hour.
At the time, one can’t imagine that many people saw that great a benefit in Cugnot’s horseless carriage. It was very expensive, very noisy, and it couldn’t match the pace of even the oldest nag. Yet from that horseless carriage came a revolution. Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that it’s okay to start small, with an idea that seems crazy, and watch to see if, from that embryonic vision, something great might happen.
Jesus highlighted the capacity of small things turning big as follows:
“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.” He told them still another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into about sixty pounds of flour until it worked all through the dough.”
[Matthew 13:31–33 NIV] By heeding God’s “whispers” in our hearts and staying in touch with His plan for our lives, even what seems impossible can come true.
“Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose – not the one you began with perhaps, but one you’ll be glad to remember.”
Anne Sullivan
“Never despise small beginnings, and don’t belittle your own accomplishments. Remember them and use them as inspiration as you go on to the next thing. When you venture outside your comfort zone, wherever the starting point may be, it’s kind of a big deal.”
Last year, during one of our aid projects in a poor community, we met Benson, a young freelance reporter. He offered to take some professional photos for our website. At another occasion, Benson asked us for prayer regarding the hardship he had experienced for most of his life, and which still affected him in a negative way.
Benson was the firstborn son of a young couple who lived in a small village on the banks of Kenya’ Lake Victoria. Unfortunately, the family’s simple and happy life soon took an unhappy turn when his mother died of malaria. His father remarried a woman, who already had two daughters. As is common to some rural African communities, he then took on a second wife. Although he was only six, as his father’s firstborn son, Benson, resented and despised by his jealous stepmothers, they called him a rat.
A failing harvest drove their family to the capital, and they moved into a small hut in the Kibera slum. Benson’s father was mostly absent in desperate search of work, and at home, Benson was the last in line to receive food and care. The women often kept him home from school to do their chores and beat him. Benson was ten years old, he ran away.
He found himself part of a gang of roaming street children and was forced into begging by the ringleaders. He lived the life of a castaway subjected to hunger, rudeness, and rejection and took to sniffing glue to escape the despair and after three gruesome years, malnourished and addicted to the substance he almost lost hope. However, a small spark of faith and the feeling that God still had a plan for his life still flickered deep inside.
Luckily, when his father regained steady employment, he came searching for his son and brought him home. Even though by then he was thin and sickly, he had a will to live and soon recovered. At school, a kind teacher took him under her wings and gave him extra hours of tutoring for free, which enabled him to make up the years he had missed. In fact, when his outstanding performance drew the attention of a well-wisher who sponsored him for high school. It looked like Benson’s life was finally looking up.
However, by this time his father’s other wives had 11 younger children, and their attitudes toward him had not improved. Benson’s home life felt unbearable, and when he was 15, he ran away again.
He joined a dance troop, which paid for his food and rent for a small room, while he finished high school. His love for soccer and willingness to practice hard paved the way into the national soccer team, when another setback entered his life. He broke his leg and the multiple fracture crumbled his dream of a promising future.
Angry with God and frustrated with life, he joined a group of jobless, disillusioned youths who got into petty thefts. During months of insecurity, thoughts of suicide often crossed his mind, but a tiny glimmer of hope remained in his heart.
After leading some foreign photographers on a tour through the slums, he received a cheap camera as a gift. It was then that he discovered his love for photography and began to portray various aspects of the harsh lives in his neighbourhood. Still trapped in the vicious cycle of worry, anxiety, and self-reproach, he was desperate for a way out.
God again threw him a lifesaver, when his talent drew the attention of a charity that agreed to sponsor him for college, where he obtained a degree in film/photography and journalism. With a chance to travel and gather further education, he became a freelance journalist. Having produced various documentaries aired by several renowned TV channels, he found a platform to raise awareness, depicting the plights of marginalized people, which gave him new purpose for life.
Most of us may not have endured the setbacks and trials that Benson did, but we can still testify to experiencing the manifestation of God’s love, care and protection in our lives, perhaps in the form of a kind-hearted stranger reaching out to us or some other type of godly intervention. Even though hard times cloud our vision and faith, God never abandons us and will never fail to support us through life’s difficulties.
God will not permit any troubles to come upon us, unless He has a specific plan by which great blessing can come out of the difficulty.
When a pandemic enters our lives, when all around us morphs into a state
of uncertainty and chaos, it is natural to succumb to fear, anxiety, and worry.
Even though all of us are affected in one way or another, some suffer more severe
situations, face isolation, loneliness, financial difficulties, sickness, and even
death. Such circumstances are hard to cope with, and a cloud of negative emotions—such
as despair, hopelessness, and fear of the future—can settle like a dark cloak over
us.
Questions batter our minds. How
long will it be before we are released from this uncertainty? What will tomorrow
bring? How will we survive? News headlines engender fear and worry of infection
and losing loved ones can augment the feeling of helplessness. The threat of losing
our jobs can be all too real, and we can find ourselves in the midst of turmoil
that threatens to overcome us. We’re all human, so it makes sense that our hearts hurt and our faith wavers
when observing the impact that COVID-19 is bringing in its wake.
We ask ourselves what we can do in response to the
alarming circumstances that unfold around us, how we can react when trying
to stay positive just isn’t enough.
Keep praying
“Prayer is
the Christian’s greatest weapon.”—Billy Graham
As believers, we look up. We seek God through
prayer and trust in His sovereignty. Scripture tells us that prayer is one of our
most powerful resources. When you are at a loss for words, or when you feel like
you’re beating down God’s door with the same prayer day after day, ask God’s Holy
Spirit to help you. The Bible tells us the Holy Spirit is an intercessor for us
and cries out to God on our behalf.[1]
Immerse yourself in God’s Word
“God is our
refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, therefore we will not fear.”
“The name of the Lord is a strong tower: The righteous man runs into it and is safe.”—Psalm
46:1–2, Proverbs 18:10
When you feel as if your very soul hurts from
news reports of disaster, spread of disease, and death, you can find a place of
refuge in God’s Word.
The
gift of hope
“Trusting God’s
faithfulness can dispel our fearfulness.”—Leslie Koh
God
will not only fulfill His promises in His time, but He will also sustain us. This
was the same hope that God’s people had as they waited for Him to complete His plan,
to deliver them from their enemies, wipe away their tears, and remove their disgrace.[2] In the meantime, God gave His people refuge and shelter as they waited. He comforted
them in their ordeals, gave them strength to endure, and gave them assurance that
He was there with them. This is the promise we have of His protection, comfort,
strength, and shelter throughout our lives.
Guard your heart
“Grief can
kill a person emotionally and physically. If not counteracted with God’s strength
and power, our personal weakness may debilitate us.”—Billy Graham
Even though it’s important to stay informed
about the latest developments, especially in time of crisis, nevertheless information
overload and repeated scenes of graphic images from tragic events on TV or social
media can have a negative influence. It’s important to recognize that this
input can leave lasting impressions that affect us physically, emotionally, and
spiritually.
Care for others
“Bear one
another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.”—Galatians 6:2
You can support others who experience loss
or who may be going through a personal crisis by lending a helping hand—make that
phone call, write that email, help shop for someone who is unable to, be a listening
ear. Look around for ways to be a blessing. Even a smile, a friendly comment, a
small deed of kindness, or showing some form of camaraderie can go a long way toward
cheering a lonely soul.
Share of what you have
“Your abundance may be a supply for their want,
that their abundance also may be a supply for your want.”—2 Corinthians 8:14
When everyone rushes to buy supplies
and stock up on needed items, one can refrain from grabbing the last needed item
off a shelf in the supermarket and letting the next guy have it. While sharing with
others might be the last on a list of to-dos during a crisis, it’s often through
an act of unselfish giving or sharing that we find ourselves blessed in some way,
as is brought out so well in this well-known prayer of Saint Francis:
Lord,
make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal
life. Amen.
We were just finishing up the distribution
of fifty ten-kilo care packages to poor people—most of them widowed or disabled—in
a hall at the edge of one of the largest slums in East Africa.
Happy to have completed the project, I turned to leave when my colleague held up the last package, saying, “Before we close, let us quickly deliver this one to Willie up the hill. He isn’t able to walk down here.”
I was tired, sweaty, and my back ached.
“Up the hill” sounded easy, but after the rain, the path into the slum was muddy
and we had to climb over rocks and garbage to reach his hut.
I was about to postpone this task
for another time when I remembered my new resolution of “five-minute favors,” which
was inspired by something I read online:
Want to make the world a better place? … Enter the five-minute favor concept that is no more complicated than its name alludes: Take five minutes out of your day to do something that’ll benefit another person. … It doesn’t cost you much, but it can make a big difference in somebody’s life.
Giving it some thought, I figured that besides spreading happiness, being generous also comes with the benefit of improving happy feelings. Some even say that it has ties to longevity. After all, in giving lies the well-known truth: “Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.”
Back to Willie. Well, we did climb that hill, and upon
entering his tiny hut, I knew that the effort had been worthwhile. There he was,
sitting on a rickety bed, the only piece of furniture he had left after his belongings
had been washed away by a recent flash flood, when the dirty river that leads through
the slum burst its banks. He was rescued and brought up the hill to a tiny room.
We learned that Willie had been a caddy at a local golf club, and while
walking to work he had been hit by a car. The accident cost him his leg. Evidently,
the vehicle wasn’t roadworthy and had faulty brakes. The driver had fled, but when
caught later, it turned out that he wasn’t insured, nor could he compensate
Willie for the accident.
Due to his disability, Willie lost his job and hasn’t been
able to pay the rent and fears eviction. In order to survive, he wishes
to start a small roadside business in front of his hut, selling cleaning supplies
to folks from his community or passersby, but he lacks the means.
Willie received our care package with
a big smile. “God has sent you!” he said, and a tear ran down his cheek.
This favor took us a bit more than
five minutes, but it made a huge difference in this man’s life, as it not only met
an immediate need, it also opened up an opportunity for Willie. As a result of this
visit, we were able to contact other people who were interested in helping him,
and three months of rent has been raised and monthly food packages are being delivered
to his doorstep.
“I found new hope and purpose because
of you,” Willie said, when donated items for his little roadside business were delivered
by well-wishers!
Adam Grant, of the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania, practices a refreshingly nice approach to life and success, one that you might not typically associate with a business-school professor. His work focuses on how being a “giver”—that is, offering help to your colleagues—will ultimately bring you more success and respect than being a “taker.” He even wrote an entire book on the subject. In his research on high-performing salespeople, for example, he’s found that they tend to score “unusually high … on the desire to benefit others.”
Generosity in the workplace is a very nice idea, but one hang-up many people have about this philosophy is—just who has the time for that? Enter the “five-minute favor,” a term Grant coined to make his point that not every act of giving must be especially time-consuming.
One can never tell what great things a five-minute favor can set into motion in the course of a normal day, the workplace, or just as we go along our way.
Countless stories and parables are being told of ‘small
beginnings’ that lead to greater ends and this is how my own
small-beginnings-story began.
It was a comment from a stranger that got me thinking about a change of direction
for the Social work with poor communities we were involved in at the time. The place where we had been working hadn’t yielded
much lasting fruit and the outcome of our labour hadn’t at all, been what we hoped.
Our efforts seemed wasted and work had
become increasingly frustrating.
Bill and I are old friends. When we met up for coffee recently, he told me about his struggles. His wife had developed a chronic condition which left her bedridden and Bill struggling with her care. Meanwhile, he was overwhelmed by the demands at his workplace and fears of losing his job. This led to a crisis of faith. I had found myself battling with similar emotions not long ago. We prayed together, but later I felt I had more to share, and this is the letter I wrote.
Dear Bill,
It was nice meeting with you, even
though it saddens me to hear of your setbacks and hardships. Recently I went
through a rough spot in my life. Perhaps what brought me through could help you
as well.
When I lost sight of God, finding a
place of quiet—like early in the morning, when only the birds were up and
chirping, or in the quiet of night when all external commotion has ceased—led
me to realize that I had to become quiet, shutting down my mental processes, to
be able to hear from God clearly again.
Talking with a trusted friend about
my heartaches helped me process the difficult situations. I learned not to be
afraid of tears.
Reading a variety of spiritually
feeding materials did wonders, as I found passages that turned my key. As I
kept searching for hope, it did eventually spring forth.
Finding even small reasons for
praise kept the nagging voices of negativity and misery at bay and helped me to
keep open the door to regaining my faith.
Since then, I made some commitments:
Whenever I find myself too worn out
to pray, I pray anyway—trusting that God will hear my plea.[[See Job 22:27.]]
When feeling too weary to read God’s
Word, I read it anyway—God’s Word is living and powerful.[[See Hebrews 4:12.]]
When too impatient to find my inner
stillness, I seek for it anyway—reminding myself that God mends broken
hearts.[[See Psalm 147:3]]
When my thoughts are downcast and
sad, I look up anyway—trusting that the fog will lift, for God promises to
reward those who seek Him.[[See Hebrews 11:6.]]
To end this letter, dear Bill, I wish
you all the best and promise to keep your situation in my daily prayers.
Tall clouds, the color of an angry grey,
hovered across the sky, reflecting the mood I had been entertaining all day.
Like
the challenges which have recently mounted around me and the many pending tasks
that fill the pages of this week’s agenda, I thought as I gazed at the
scenario in front of me.
It seemed that recently a number of
things hadn’t worked out the way I expected. While I stood on the balcony of my small
apartment steeped in these grey thoughts, an arch of colors formed, crossing the entire
firmament. Even though I knew that this
beautiful display of color was caused by the refraction and dispersion of the
sun’s light by rain and water droplets in the atmosphere, this awesome rainbow also
can symbolize a token of God`s promises and is a reminder of the special
covenant the Eternal made between himself and mankind, giving meaning to the
phenomena of a rainbow.
(Gen 9:13)
The colors of the Rainbow can be
likened to a Kaleidoscope of God’s love, reminding that there is hope in even the
darkest of lives situations. Each of the
hues reflecting a part of God’s care, that some of the examples about the
significance of colors describe. The addition of a few Bible passages round off
this short color-refection.
RED — is a warm and positive color. It exudes a strong and powerful energy
and motivates us to take action.
Isaiah 41:10 Fear not; for I
am with you: Be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I
will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of My
righteousness.
ORANGE– offers emotional
strength in difficult times. It helps in recovery from disappointments, despair
and grief. The color psychology of orange is optimistic and uplifting.
Psalms 147:3 He heals up the
broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
YELLOW– Being the lightest hue of the spectrum, the definition of
yellow is uplifting and illuminating, offering hope, happiness, cheerfulness
and fun.
Nehemiah 8:10 The joy of the
Lord is my strength. Proverbs
11:30 The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life.
GREEN– From a meaning of
colors perspective, green is also the color of growth, the color of spring, of
renewal and rebirth. It renews and restores depleted energy.
Romans 12:2 Be not conformed to this world, but be
transformed by the renewing of you mind…
BLUE– emotional calm and insight of blue, inspiring
hope and a generosity of spirit not available from other colors. From a color psychology perspective, blue is reliable and
responsible.
Isaiah 40:31 They that wait upon the Lord shall renew
their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and
not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
INDIGO– The color reflects great devotion, wisdom and
justice along with fairness and impartiality. It is a defender of people’s rights to the
end.
Psalms 32:8 I will instruct you and teach you in the way
which you shall go: I will guide you with Mine eye.
VIOLET- With the energy and strength
of red and the spirituality and integrity of blue, it carries the meaning of
the union of body and soul creating a balance between our physical and our
spiritual energies.
Deut. 33:25 As your days, so shall your strength be.
God being the Giver
of all these wonderful qualities and gifts can heal, restore and renew and when
next encountering a rainbow, remember what all is wrapped in this wonderful
display of His might.
I’m someone who tends to go by inspiration, and I’ve long been bothered by my scattered approach to setting goals, so I was searching for an effective way to make it through my to-do list. It seems so easy to pick out the things I prefer doing or feel inspired to tackle first, but unfortunately, this strategy often leads to procrastination, especially since those “favorites” often aren’t the most important or priority tasks. Since the important stuff doesn’t just disappear, I find myself cramming in order to fit everything in.
Something definitely had to change, and one morning during my daily devotions, I specifically prayed that God would help me get a handle on my poor prioritizing skills.
A
few days later when browsing through stalls at a flea market, a thin book
caught my eye. The odd title, You
Can’t Send a Duck to Eagle School, peeked out from among a pile of dusty
second hand books crammed into a cardboard box. I pulled it out and cracked it
open to a quote from Mark Twain: “Eat a live frog every morning, and nothing
worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”
The accompanying article explained the basic idea of tackling the most daunting task first, likening those tasks to eating a frog before getting to more appealing to-dos.There were many other useful anecdotes on getting things done, but this picture stuck with me, and I realized it could be the answer to my prayer for a strategy.
Since I’ve had a severe back problem from the age of ten, daily exercise and stretching has been a must to help me function through the day, but over the years, it’s become a chore that I sometimes dread. Getting this routine off my to-dos was definitely going to be my first “frog” of the day.
Identifying this and other “frogs” felt strange in the beginning, but this simple tactic has improved my work habits and helped keep procrastination at bay. Even on days when I don’t have time to write a to-do list, I still remember to search out a “frog” or two that need my attention first.
* * *
The Principle of
Priority states (a) you must know the difference between what is urgent and
what is important, and (b) you must do what’s important first.—Steven Pressfield (b. 1943)
It
was 1977, and Karl and I had left Germany the previous year in a camper. Our
journey had already taken us through Italy, what was then Yugoslavia, Greece,
Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, and India. We hoped to make it to Nepal next, buy a
mountain farm there, and settle in a peaceful life away from modern society.
Our
budget was tight, and we usually ate at small roadside cafés or bought food
from local market stalls, so perhaps it was not surprising that I soon
contracted viral hepatitis. By this time, we had reached a lovely bay on Goa’s
coastline, but unfortunately there was no medical care nearby, and my health
deteriorated quickly. Some curious locals noticed my desperate state, and took
to visiting daily to feed me a diet of papaya and fresh coconut milk. Thanks to
their help, I recovered and got back on my feet, 10 kilos lighter, but healthy
again.
When
we finally made it to Nepal, we eagerly joined a Buddhist monastery for a trial
period, but didn’t find what we were looking for. I believed there was
something bigger than me, but I was confused. Which God should I to pray to? I
often wondered while gazing at the multitude of stars in the Indian sky.
It was Karl’s turn to contract
hepatitis next. By that time, we were on our way back to India, and I drove all
night to find medical help, while Karl was sprawled in the back of the camper
with a high fever. In the early morning, I found a lodge where a group of young
European travelers were staying. One of them, David, spoke German, and he
helped us find a doctor for Karl and a room to rent.
David
decided to stay a few days with us. “Let me read to you from the book that
changed my life,” he said when we met the following day.
Reading
a short passage from God’s Word became a daily routine while we waited for Karl
to regain strength. Before David left, he introduced me to his Savior, Jesus,
and as a result His Words from the Bible became my guiding light from that day
onwards.
The Goan villagers were
poverty-stricken strangers, but I owe my life to their compassion and concern.
David was a stranger, but it’s thanks to him that I found God. My circumstances
today are a result of the combined kindnesses of those selfless strangers I met
in India that autumn.
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