The storm of the decade arrived Friday afternoon. My son Jonathan and I were in the field cutting and hauling tree limbs when the sky turned gray and the ground white. It was awesome. The air smelled of winter and as the Christmas lights turned on it was a Norman Rockwell moment to enjoy.
But then the snow kept falling. And falling. And falling more. By 8pm I was in my pickup truck with snow plow in place, ready to keep my customers and friends happy.
After 24 straight hours of plowing and plenty of coffee to keep me going, I was wondering if the snow would ever stop. It did, eventually, but my plowing "ministry" was just beginning.
Having a truck with a plow needs no advertising. I was stopped several times at intersections by people who needed assistance. A state trooper enlisted my assistance to plow out a fellow employee who was needed on the job. A daughter who was concerned about her 84 yr. old father who was determined to shovel out his driveway. A young man who was at his wits end of digging out his apartment parking lot.
Trucks with plows need no advertising when people are desperate to escape from their snowy prisons.
So this got me thinking...I had plenty of time to think after being in my truck for about 60 hours.
I meet people everyday who are trying to escape prisons of hopelessness, despair, pain and misery. Sometimes they set out to escape on their own and yet grow weary in the process. Othertimes people just ignore their prisons. And then there are people who grow accustomed to their prisons.
So here's the connection.
For those who are desperate to escape their personal prisons, do they see anything in my life that can help them. I wonder! Do I wear the love of God in such a way that people will stop me at the intersections of their life and ask for help? I wonder!
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