When he left for work this morning,
did he realize the significance of the tools he carried?
Was he dreading the long hours on his knees, steadying himself with only an elbow placed firmly on a sometimes shaky leg?
Or was he able to wrap his mind around the responsibility he held in his hands?
His work would be seen by hundreds in the years to come…………….and even the slightest slant in the paper or misplaced hole could destroy the rock and cause the lettering to be off………..
His work today would change everything about what the world would see tomorrow.
There was something very special to me about walking by this man as he performed such a significant task.
On his knee, meticulously drilling………………
dust flying as he carefully created space for letters to hang
which would eventually spell out the name of this Christian college.
I was moved as I watched him work……………………
A well thought-out plan
When history is being hung every decision matters.
As I approached the sign, he turned toward me,
and I had to comment on the beauty of his work.
Of course I asked if I could take his picture.
He smiled and I hope he knew in that moment just how much he mattered…………..
how much his work was appreciated.
All work deserves recognition…………
Doesn’t everyone need to know they’re changing
something about tomorrow
by the work they’re doing today?
A row of letters waited…………………
Their position on the wall would be determined by the hands of this man………………..
this man who may have showed up for “just another day of work” only to learn he would be hanging history for years to come.
I couldn’t help but think of the many things in life we may be called to do today………………….
Feed a baby
Change a diaper
Clean a bathroom
Cook a meal
Sit in a waiting room with a friend
Write a note to someone who is hurting
Create a lesson plan
Take someone’s temperature
Make a phone call
Text a friend
The list goes on and on of the many little things that may add up to make our day,
but how different these things would seem if we saw each of them as etches in a rock…………..
the hanging of history.
slips out and slips by,
sends dust flying and
changes every single thing about tomorrow.
Today, don’t underestimate your worth.
You’re a hanger of history………………..
And when history is being hung every decision matters.
I walked into my writing room this morning,
and the light coming through the window seemed to sparkle as it hung in the air,
cascading all the way to the floor.
I had to laugh as I realized it was actually sunlight reflecting suspended dust that was causing the beauty in that moment.
Dust, hanging in space, catching light.
Isn’t that what we all are????
Only God could take something so simple and create something so complex.
Who else could give the task of reflecting His light while impacting history to something we thoughtlessly sweep into a pan and toss away almost every single day?
The devil whispers,
You’re only dust. Stay focused on your frail existence.
You’re my child, created in my image.
Shine for me and make the world a better place.
Reflect My light.
Hang beautiful history.
Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”
Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.