Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Very First Construction Project

Let me go back to the beginning, to the time before, "the next step is..." Because sometimes, a return to the beginning is what renews our excitment with something that has become tedious or laborious.

Okay, here it is, my very first construction project. I built a (drum roll, please)... TIRE SWING!

I can almost hear your eyes rolling. A tire swing? and he's proud of that? Well, truth be told, since we began this project, I have done more lofty and complex projects, but the tire swing was the first thing I did on the new homestead and there are a few good reasons for that (some practical, some philosophical).

In a very real way, a tire swing sums up what the "charis homestead" is all about. As I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, charis is the Greek (Biblical) word for grace, and this whole endeavor is a grace deal from beginning to end. So, what does a tire swing have to do with grace, you ask? Well, I'll tell ya.

When we got the contract on the property, we realized that we were getting a great deal, but we also knew that we would have very little (read: no) money to do all the work that needed to be done before we moved into it. I couldn't just "do nothing", so I went to a tire store and rummaged through their old tires to find a tire for a tire swing. Living by grace is kinda like that. You go to God empty-handed, knowing that your screw ups are bigger than you are. You stand there, feeling a little uneasy, wanting to rationalize, make excuses, essentially "take control" of a situation that is far beyond your control, and suddenly you have a moment of honesty and lucidity and blurt out, "Okay, God, you're right - I've got nothing." And to your surprise, you are met with a kind, gentle voice who says, "It's okay, child. I'm God. I've got everything. And I'm more than willing to share it with you." Shortly after putting the contract on our new place in the country, my wife was getting really nervous about our "daring new move", so she sat on the front porch one Saturday afternoon and prayed, "God, I don't normally do this, but if you really want us to move out of the city, allow our land in Arkansas (we had a little piece of land in the Ozarks) to sell this weekend." She came in and shared this prayer with me, because we typically don't "bargain" with God like that, and before she finished her sentence, the phone rang. It was our realtor in Arkansas saying he just got a contract on the piece of land we were trying to sell. (Insert spooky "twilight zone" theme music here). The sale of that land, once it is final, will free up enough money to go a long way towards making our new place in the country liveable.

So, as I start down this road of following God out into the country, I start out with nothing. All I have to work with is an old, grimy, worn out tire, that someone else discarded. But God honors humble beginnings (I remember reading something somewhere about God's only Son being born in a manger), and I look to God to provide the rest.

Also, a tire swing speaks volumes about the new lifestyle my wife and I are trying to provide for our kids:
  • It's all about the kids. The very first thing I built was for the kids - something they could have fun on while I worked to get the place in order. And the kids are what this change is all about. My wife and I want to get our kids out of the city with all the crime, violence, bright lights, bells, and whistles, and provide for them an environment that is quiet enough that even someone as driven and hard headed as myself has no choice but to "be still and know that He is God."
  • It's simple. You don't plug it in, there are no batteries, but with a little imagination, you can be Tarzan, an astronaut, or whatever else your mind can conjure up.
  • It's good stewardship. It is recycling something that would have ended up in a landfill somewhere. Sometimes we evangelical Christians align ourselves so tightly with the Republican party (I'm pro-life, anti-gun control, etc, etc.) that we forget that God's first command was to "tend the garden." We have abdicated good stewardship of our planet to someone else in some other party, and I thind God blushes at that sometimes.
  • It's fun. 'Nuff said.
By the way, those are my kids by the tire swing (except for the really furry one, that's our dog). Aren't they awesome?!?

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