Here am I -- Send Me

My Destination Imagination (DI) team met for their "building day" yesterday. This was the day scheduled with several hours devoted to creating and building the set for their presentation at the State contest in March. The day started on an interesting note with an email from one of the team member's mom: "What time is DI today? Ben broke his finger but will be there...."

When Ben arrived with his dominant hand wrapped in mounds of bandages, he told me that while he was strongly right hand dominant, the injured hand, he was sure he would be able to help build something...somehow.

You just gotta love Ben's spirit.

"What did you do, Ben?" asked the team.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said.
But we lack sensitivity, and kept prying.
Suffice it to say, it involved a bowling ball.

While the team worked, I made chocolate chip cookies for the team...from scratch...with Ghiradelli chocolate. (If you don't know what that is, you live under a rock.) Ben meanwhile was using his gauze wrapped hand to operate a circular saw. Fortunately, the team quickly realized that what they were trying to cut with the circular saw was not appropriate circular saw material. (They realized that when it shattered into a million pieces.) Ben and his broken finger moved on to the super glue work table. Still risky, but not likely to lead to dismemberment.

I sat in the living room nearby, fire extinguisher and medical kit at the ready. Our writer came out and told me one page of the skit was done, but she was no longer inspired. I gave her the speech my best college art professor once gave me: art is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. She nodded, and disappeared.

I love this team.

I like to remember that Jesus called his apostles from a most unlikely crew. They were fishermen, a tax collector, a zealot, and a thief. Some of them had backgrounds that were unstated. They were not what one would typically expect from a team that was supposed to bring the message of God's salvation to a fallen, desperate world. Yet they were completely transformed and used by God. They became heroes, rising to the occasion. All but one were martyred for their beliefs, standing firmly for the truth of the Gospel. Ordinary men who became extraordinary with the power of God.

People, this is of tremendous hope to all of us! If we are called by God, no matter how damaged, how broken, how weak, and how uninspired we may be, God can use us! All we have to have is a willing spirit, that says, "Yes Lord, I am here." We just have to show up. Broken and weak as we are. Just show up and let God take it from there.

I sent photos of the team at work during the course of the afternoon. Ben's mom sent me an email, "Is that Ben's broken finger I see next to the circular saw?"
"It is indeed," I wrote back, "But it is already damaged...what is a little more?"
(besides, the saw was not on at the time...)

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Then I heard the Lord asking, “Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?” I said, “Here I am. Send me.” (Isaiah 6:8 NLT)



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