Help, I Need Somebody

Help, I Need Somebody

I was sitting in my car alone, waiting for my son to finish an appointment. As I stared through the windshield glazed with rain I began to cry. Within a minute the water on the glass and the water in my eyes mixed together and I couldn’t see much. I was thankful for that vehicle as it was a gift from my in-laws. And it had far exceeded the average life-span for that make and model. But I also knew the car was ready to give up the ghost and I didn’t have the money or the skills to fix it.

It was around then I started praying for a vehicle. This was a tough prayer for me because I don’t like asking for help, from God or from people. A few months passed and my family received another gift, this time from our friends who were relocating to the southern hemisphere. It was a black Nissan pickup truck. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the truck when my friend made the offer. Completely blind sided by the generosity I started to cry. I cry a lot around vehicles.

But God didn’t stop with the truck. It came with a warranty of sorts. If I cover the cost of parts, sometimes the labor is free. The catch is I have to ask for help. A few months ago the brakes started squealing. My wife encouraged me to call my mechanically-minded brother-in-law. He and one of our good mutual friends took an afternoon to teach my boys and I how to change the rotors and pads. The men above are among some of the best I know.

And then just recently I had the truck back in his garage for a different sound. The day before I was boxed into the middle lane on the interstate and unable to avoid the twin mattress in my path. I mowed over it going 70. After pulling over, my son and I climbed under the truck and spent a few minutes unwrapping pieces of shredded fabric from the rear axel. Though it helped, the buzzing noise didn’t go away. My brother-in-law quickly diagnosed the issue. The collision had knocked a brake hose causing it to hang down and rub as vehicle accelerated. The fix amounted to some tape and a few zip ties. 

I don’t claim to know how this all works but I do know I am a lot more likely to receive help if I am willing to be humble and ask for it. This is true of men and of God. And the line between those two is usually blurry. When we cry to God for help he often sends his people.

Not Good to be Alone

Not Good to be Alone

There are men who’ve done amazing things in isolation. 

Adventurer Aron Ralston took a solo hike through Blue John Canyon and was pinned to the canyon wall when a massive boulder rolled onto his hand. After being trapped for days, he eventually opted to break and amputate his own arm. He survived. 

Or go back almost two centuries and you will find the story of Hugh Glass. He was a trapper who was left for dead after being severely mauled by a Grizzley bear. Glass clawed and crawled over a thousand miles, mostly alone and under-resourced. He too survived.

These stories provoke something in a man’s heart that is a mix of good and bad. The will to survive, the choice to confront pain, all good things. But we often take it further and glorify the idea of fierce independence.

Consider the following interchange between Alfred and Batman (The Lego Batman Movie)…

Batman: “I don’t do ships, as in relationships.”

Alfred (later that night): “Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling right now?

Batman: “I don’t talk about feelings, Alfred. I don’t have any, I’ve never seen one, I’m a night-stalking, crime fighting, vigilante and a heavy-metal rapping machine. I don’t feel anything emotionally except for rage, 24-7, 365, at a million percent. And if you think that there’s something behind that, then you’re crazy.”

It’s funny because it’s true. This is stance many of us take. But the drive for independence is a lie. It is a lie that gets most men killed (it is possible to die before your heart stops beating by the way). There is a reason the stories above are rare. 

It doesn’t matter how strong we are, how much gear we have or what we think we know. If I am standing in the middle of a dense fog, I need someone from the outside who can see me and show me the break in the trees. 

True, Glass survived. But wouldn’t it have been better if his own men had carried him out of the woods? Yes, Ralston inspires thousands when he speaks about his self-rescue. But had he gone into the canyon with friends he may have been freed within hours rather than days.

There is no way around it. We need God and we need each other. The good news is God is already closer than you think. And the best way to gain friends that will carry you is to become one yourself.

Fighting a Ghost

Fighting a Ghost

There was an old weight room at the place I used to work. It was the kind of room that made you feel stronger when you walked in. Cinderblock walls, dirty mirrors that no one bothered to hang and the smell of oxidized metal.

When I first found the space I discovered a heavy bag propped up in the corner. After tracking down some reinforced cord strapping, I removed a few ceiling panels and hung the bag from an open-web steel joist.

Once a week or so I’d visit the weight room to take out my frustration on the bag. It wasn’t always clear who or what I was fighting or why I was tense in the first place. I had an impulse to face an unseen opponent.

Evil is real and we were made to confront it. But our enemy intimidated by a closed fist or boot laces. It is a spiritual enemy older than the human race. It is an enemy who lies to us about who we are and who God is.

If we ignore that reality, we will either fight each other or we will resign altogether and loose a significant part of what we were made for.

Kicking a heavy bag is a good way to release stress but to deal with the real battle we need to strike back with the truth.

I Don’t Need to Run

I Don’t Need to Run

I live just south of Canada, where every fall, the wind knifes the trees making the leaves bleed.

They die and drop quickly leaving a million naked branches crossed like a chainlink fence against the milky sky.

Then the white overhead starts to break up and fall on empty flower pots and cars that sit outside because they leak oil.

I usually forget to lift my wiper blades and disconnect my battery so the incontinent car gives up the ghost.

Once we drove to Arizona in the middle of winter. I thought if I saw a cactus and some sand, I’d forget about the dead trees and cars.

But after we were there a few days we got stuck behind a snow plow. Turns out the weather from up north had been tailing us the whole way.

I used to think if I looked enough, I’d find a place where trees don’t bleed and shed their clothes. And cars don’t freeze to death.

But I’ve come to realize I don’t have to run from the cold, because I can build fires and replace batteries. And water the plant that sits under my window.

In the same way there is no need to run in fear. It don’t have to go off and seek a new scenario because the life of God in me can transform the current one. 

Organ Donor

Organ Donor

I am an organ donor. So someday when I die, they may cut me open. And I hope when they do, they will find the same things on the inside that they saw on the outside.

To quote Oswald Chambers, “We are only what we are in the dark; all the rest is reputation. What God looks at is what we are in the dark – the imaginations of our minds; the thoughts of our heart; the habits of our bodies; these are the things that mark us in God’s sight.”

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