Today I spoke at a university dinner function. They were doing a special on global poverty. They asked me to speak on the little things. I curiously and intently considered these concepts while traveling from one side of the bay to the other. Little things are never little. What is little anyway? I am on the train right now, and I’m thinking, what’s so little about anything? Who defined the word little? Needless to say, this afternoon, I departed at train line #1 and headed into the city. Its an hour trip by train into the CBD. Upon arrival, I smelled the fumes of the city. I don’t particularly mind city fume smell. Burning chemicals, smoke, and whatever pollutants are violently thrust into the air to compound the global concern for burning up our beautiful green globe bring little comfort to my soul.
I guess that every single time that I slide into the driver’s seat in my car and throw the ignition switch into on, I am contributing to the ongoing destruction of my world. When I get about getting into the car and gear out of the driveway, in full swing of slushing down the $2.50 USD value for a cup full of caffeine and water in the name of coffee, I add to the destruction.
I suppose I would say that this entire transaction of irresponsible consumerism does nothing for the ones trying to save our green earth. I may think that the purchase was a little thing, inclusive of the drive and apparent waste of petrol and time, I have done no little thing. I don’t think its little now. I think that I need to become a better steward of my resources.
However, I believe in doing the little thing, however one would describe the word. I got on a train, traveled 1.5 hours to the university dinner function. I spoke for 8 minutes on global poverty. I spoke about doing little things. I hugged Tim and Jess, received a smile, and got back on the train. I traveled 1.5 hours back to my home, all in the name of little. You’d think I’d like to name a kid “Little” or something. I value these little actions. Little actions impact life. Speaking to a crowd of 150 people tonight may have been little to most individuals in our global village; however, it is with great joy that I share the message. I know that every opportunity that I have to share with others about the deep peace in knowing my First Love brings healing to my soul. The deepest parts of my very core rise with great hope when hearing the words of my First Love’s words. It may have only been a short 8 minutes of my life to speak and share, but, if I can somehow influence the life of one person to consider making a difference in our world, then I’ve done my little job.
Concerning little things, I may not have accomplished much in my journey through life. I don’t count myself among the great people of our history that have done dramatic and life changing things for everyone in the globe. I didn’t design the laptop that I am writing on. I didn’t somehow touch the moon in outer space that my father would have contributed to with the NASA program. I didn’t even get any record time in high school track meets. I just live on a hill and love people. I just do the little task of smiling, loving, and sharing with others about the eternal peace and love that I have found in knowing my Jesus. I may never get to another hill.
I may never venture away from the hill where my loved ones cry for running water, but it doesn’t matter. I may never get off this hill where you take shits behind your disheveled and desiccated house. I have found my little spot. I will breath, speak, rest, and die on the hill. The incredible thing is that I am ok. I spent years of my life trying to be someone famous. I have come to realize that famous and I were never to meet and be friends. I don’t even think we were meant to have a coffee together after work. It was a insecure attempt to wear masks of others and not proudly lift my head into the shining sun of my own face. I spoke to thousands of people. I led hundreds of people in workshops and conferences. I flew hundreds of thousands of miles with one code share airline, (God help me). I had membership to the VIP suites in the airports. I dined with wealthy people and sipped fine wine from the tables of millionaires. I even contacted with famous television production companies to display my film work. That was yesterday. Today, I live for little. I would rather sit on a door step on a shit filled dirt pile with one who has no running water and tell them that I value their life. I would rather hold a vomiting, convulsing baby, who is dying in my arms and rush its life into the emergency room of a rural hospital. I would rather pay the $80.00 USD to have the doctor save the baby’s life, then say that my name is blah blah blah and I know blah blah blah. The words are all going to burn eventually anyway. Save the breath. Save it to enhale more shit filled air that will encourage me to speak more for those who live and die in shit.
It’s the most incredible, healing, and freeing experience to let myself off the chains of endless expectations. Into the healing pool of Christ’s blood that was shed for me through grace, I rise up out of His Healing waters to breath freedom and life. I will live and breath shit filled dust that has evaporated into the swirling currents of air on the hill and love as my First Love loved me. I will die and my shit filled ashes will return to that earth. I have found my spot. Oh the deep peace and joy I feel. Its just a little thing. Its not going to make any newspapers or even get on the last page of TIME magazine, but, I’m no longer trying to impress anyone. I am just doing my little part in this big world. So, to the hill I go, with the little things burning in the front passionate filled heart of mine.