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Serious (for a moment): The Boy and the Knob

2/26/2011

 
Through a friend who is a social worker, my wife Cathy and I had the opportunity to help a woman and her children with some household goods. A series of bad decisions and a life hampered by psychological issues had left the mother and her children homeless.
She made the decision to let her children be put in foster care while she got back on her feet. Four months later she was in an three bedroom apartment with a couch, beds for her and her children and not much else.
Through the generosity of friends, neighbors, and a few good deals at the Goodwill store we were able to furnish her apartment with lamps (the family room was not lit), a family room chair, small entertainment center, dressers, and a few other items.
The son John, (not his real name), received one of the dressers. With the help of a friend we took it into his bare room that had a bed, a few toys, and piles of clothes on the floor. He directed us where to put it and was happy to have something for his clothes. 
My friend David (his real name) and I returned to the family room only to be called back to the room by John a few minutes later. He was curious about the keyhole in the drawers of the dressers, wondering if we had the key for it. "No", I replied, "there is no key for it." 
John also noticed there was no knob on one side of the middle drawer. "Do you have a knob for this?"
Again, my answer was "No, sorry." David and I showed him how to pull out the right side, put his fingers under the left, and then pull the drawer out all the way. 
"I will try and find you a knob," I said as we left that evening.
We retuned the next week with a few more items and I had a knob. It didn't match, not even close. I went to screw it on only to be frustrated by the fact that the hole was too big for the screw head-I would tighten the knob, but it would pull the screw through and fall out. I needed a washer for the screw, but did not have one.
We returned once more and I had a washer.  I asked him if he had the knob and he quickly found it. "Do you have the screw I asked?"
As he looked on his floor that had matchbox cars and more toys scattered all around, I was afraid there was no way he would find it. I looked under his bed and noticed that his bed frame, instead of being held in place by wood planks, was supported by a pair of aluminum crutches.
But after a few minutes, amazingly enough the screw was found and I was finally able to put the misfit knob into place. "Thanks", said John, grateful that the middle drawer would now pull out with relative ease.
As I thought about John and his drawer during the past two weeks I struggled with what I should do.  Does John deserve more than a used dresser with a mismatched knob?
Dear reader, if you’re still with me, I am a Christian, I have been given eternal life and infinite blessings through Christ’s death on the the cross for me.  I was far poorer spiritually than John and his family are physically.  I have been redeemed and renewed.
This is the section where I should provide some answers I suppose, but I don't have any. Only questions.  Have I truly served the poor?  Have I treated John and his family as I would want to be treated?  Have I truly sacrificed for them?  
I leave them, and drive home to my nice house with relatively new furniture and all the comforts.  My knobs match.  My drawers pull out with ease.  My bed is properly supported.    
In his book Generous Justice, Tim Keller, commenting on Deuteronomy 15:4-5 writes:
The poor man was not to be given merely a token "handout".  Rather, credit and help were to be extended until he was completely out of poverty.  The generosity extended to the poor could not be cut off until the poor person's need was gone and until he reached a level of self-sufficiency.
I write this not to boast, or to instill guilt.  I realize I can never match the gift I have been given.  But, it's worth the struggle to ponder these things.  I need to reflect on my life, my time, and my wallet.  I do know the gift and the blessings I have received need to be shared more.   
Dear Lord, I am a broken dresser with a missing knob, be merciful to me.  

Observations of the Trivial, Part 3

2/13/2011

 
Latest headline from my local paper involving a cow: "[Chairman] Alston declares a truce over Yow's cow adoption."

Men, if you're going to wear a scarf, I would suggest it be for warmth only and not as an accessory. This especially applies when it is 40+ degrees out. 

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I think one of the funniest facial expressions a dog makes is when he's defecating. "Hey, stop looking at me, I need some privacy." 


I notice some realtors put their picture on your yard signs, while others don't. Do the ones that do think to themselves, "This handsome mug could help sell a house.". Conversely, do others think "If I were just a little better looking I could put my picture on my signs."  This guy seems to agree.  This picture looks like a mug shot:
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From Rick Reilly's post on dumbest things said at the Superbowl:
“I’m not that prima donna kind of receiver. I don’t have that personality. ... Some of the guys do it just as a publicity stunt to get themselves out there, which is a good strategic plan, but there are other ways to do it. I chose the humility role. This is not a front. It’s just who I am." 
--Green Bay WR Greg Jennings, who went on to refer to himself in the third person and complain about how annoyingly early the interviews were and how suffocating his jersey was on Media Day: “I want to ... let people know who I am and what I’m all about and get a feel for Greg Jennings, not the football player, what I like to do. I’m trying to get myself out there so I can be in a movie this year." 
(Hopefully, some director can cast him in the humility role.) 

The Family Portrait

2/5/2011

 
As I mentioned in my first post, I am an ingrained amateur photographer. When I post about photography any tips I give will be fairly basic.  They'll be based on what I have read and experienced.  
It's somewhat odd that my first post would be about the family portrait.  Whenever we are on vacation or having a family gathering, I groan to myself just thinking about trying to get the kids to look at the camera and smile.  The picture below sums up what a lot of us experience-not just the person taking the picture.  I was getting the camera and tripod set up this past summer at the beach and snapped this picture of my family.  They look real excited about the process don't they?
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I eventually took a better portrait, even though it had me in it.  Here are some things I have learned while trying to take the dreaded, I mean blessed, family portrait over the years.
-The magic "say______" trick doesn't really work.   Fill in your favorite: "cheese", "pizza", "Canada", "Canadian-cheese pizza", "root canal", "tax-deductible IRA contribution", whatever we fill in the blank with just makes our kids shout a word while raising their eyebrows.  Skip it and let them be at ease, while hopefully giving you a nice smile.
-Take the silly picture first. It's normal to want to get the hard part over first, and then let them goof around-stick their tongues out, strangle their siblings, etc. after you have tried to get the "serious" picture. But if you let your kids (and adults) goof off first, then they tend to relax. Once they calm down, start firing away, (with your camera, that is), they will most likely have a more natural smile and hopefully be in a better mood.
I took this shot of my three after they had goofed around some and it's one of my family favorites:
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-The point of the picture is to remember.  This is a hard one to recall in the heat of the picture-taking moment.  We're always wanting a perfect smile, perfect hair placement (well, for some of us), open eyes looking at the camera, and good posture.  But, often these pictures are simply marking that you were at a certain place, at a certain time, with a group of people.  So, relax!  And when you look back on your old pictures, don't you normally have a chuckle looking at a funny expression or closed eyes anyway?
Are your vacations or family gatherings "perfect"? Why should your pictures be?

    Brent York

    lacking imagination

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