Who ever said it was going to be easy? I find myself thinking, why aren’t I further. Why does the light seem so far away? Why is this journey lasting so long?
The answer is simple, perspective or lack thereof. It’s easy to get caught in your own perspective of the world. It’s easy to stand still look left and right and feel that you are falling short. In the midst of Facebook statuses, new babies, pending nuptials and thriving careers. Your modest attempts may seem downright elementary.
I feel it every day. The race doesn’t have blinders instead it has constant reminders of the fast paced world we live in and all the people racing full steam ahead toward success.
Then I visit Broad Street Ministry and see the world through different eyes. I see siblings with no homes and sick people with no medicine. I see check boxes that make you choose between socks and underwear.
It helps me remember from where I sit my weight is just heavy enough for me. I couldn’t imagine carrying someone else’s weight. I couldn’t imagine no mailing address, no bed to sleep in, no place to sit and gather myself on endless days and nights. I thank the days I am able to see someone else’s burden. It reminds me that my own weight is not so heavy.
One Sunday afternoon, my fiancée and I stopped by our local Aldi market. Posted on the sliding doors of Aldi there was a makeshift sign “No Bags” in permanent black marker. I was ready to walk away and go home. We were holding a famous footwear bag from earlier in the day. Of course, there was a pile of reusable bags at home. The idea to go grocery shopping usually strikes while we’re running a completely different set of errands and don’t have our shopping bags. Of course, tallying an additional 20 to 60 cent to buy more bags and add to the ever growing collection.
My body was poised to walk away, she stopped me “No, we’ll just pick up dinner. I can make this work for dinner.”
“How?” I’m looking down at the plastic bag currently holding a new shoe box.
“Come on you’ll see.”
I picked up the food for our Mexican-inspired dinner. In the bagging, I watched a small miracle happen. She removed box and her new shoes packed our groceries in the box. She replaced the shoe box in the plastic bag and we left with her pinching the heels of the new shoes between her pointer finger and thumb.
“If you feel awkward about shoes, I can grab a bag from Dunkin Doughnuts really quick.” We did purely for my comfort. Did we just buy and pack dinner on ingenuity?
I looked at all the other patrons shuffle with awkward grocery items in their arms shuffling to cars. The store didn’t have bags but they did have boxes. Why was it so easy to shuffle uncomfortably instead of seeing another way?
I’ve been a bit behind writing my inspire Tuesday. Honestly for fear of not sharing true inspiration. This Sunday reminds me of how important it is to see the world differently. Share your view with someone else even if it is just in passing.
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.