Hold the Line!

Several years ago a small midwestern town had a choice.

The story goes…’outsiders’ came to town with the intent to deface and destroy the town, the buildings, the landscape, the community, and drive the good people out.

They began by spraying ugly graffiti messages on one building wall. Then they defaced another wall. The town people had to make a decision. Were they going to allow this to continue until the whole town was sprayed and then overtaken by non-caring individuals whose intent was the destruction of the community? (We’re not talking about interesting landscape designs or abstract paintings; we’re talking about the other kind of graffiti….applied from a heart of anger and malice.)

The town decided not to say anything to anybody, but just paint over the ugly graffiti.

The following night the graffiti artists returned and marked up the walls.

Next day town-folk got their paint rollers out and painted over the graffiti.

Again the graffiti came back. The town-folk rolled up the walls again!

It was a bit of paint warfare, but eventually the angry graffiti artists packed up and left town.

This is a prime example of overcoming bad with good….they didn’t even have to say a word! They used their paint and covered it up over and over until it no longer was there.

Let’s think what we can do in our community, neighborhood, state, country to silently snuff out the destruction and replace it with something better.

“It’s not my responsibility… that’s why I pay taxes, someone else has to do it!”

That’s exactly why we need to do it! We pay taxes and it’s us taxpayers property! It’s our ‘ranch’! Why let our property look trashy? Cut down the thistles, pick up the trash and the sticks, organize a dumpster drive and get rid of old tires and appliances. There’s work to be done! Let’s clean up our areas, have a bit of pride and satisfaction of a good deed done together 🙂

I have my trashbag in hand! Let’s go!

Helping one can help many

Yesterday, at church, our pastor prayed for all the people hurt or affected in any way by the recent horrific earthquake in Nepal.

Today as I looked at pictures of distraught people desperately looking for missing members of their families, I remembered several Asian Indians who own the gas station in my neighborhood. I have met and talked with them at other times and knew they had family over in that area, and the thought came that I should check about their families.

When I asked if his family was alright, the owner said, “Yes, thank God!” I was immediately relieved, but noticed the look of gravity on his face because of the effect on their home country land.

Returning home, I thought, “I cannot go over there and help physically, I know of no immediate way to get relief to the region, what can I do to help?”

Besides praying for them, the thought occurred to bake something and take to them as a small tangible token of compassion and care on my behalf for them and their suffering people.

They like spicy foods, so my cranberry-orange scones sounded like a good recipe to use, and I took them back to the gas station while they were still warm from the oven, and hoped there wouldn’t be anybody in line… so I could talk to them.

The store looked empty inside and I handed him my cranberry scone gift and told him that since I couldn’t go over there to help and didn’t know what else to do to ease the suffering, I was giving them this small token to let them know I cared about them and their people.

It was a heartfelt moment between two people, two different nationalities, bonding as fellow human beings with like concerns about family, life, suffering and compassion.

He was touched, I felt like crying just from the emotion of the moment, and as I turned to leave, I noticed a line of people had come in behind me, no doubt observing the whole thing. I tried quietly to get out the door.

It was back to business as usual.

Only the love of God can cause something beautiful to come from something ugly like an earthquake.