Wednesday, April 7, 2010

An Old Man's Theory (by Duane Scott)


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I won't say much about today's guest blogger except to say I came across his writing recently and was impressed that someone so young could so effectively communicate through the written word. I'll give you a link to his new website at the end of this post, but in the meantime, please read about Duane Scott's conversation with an older gentleman he met on the jobsite this week:

Recently, our company has been working at a church. Today, the general contractor called and said he would appreciate if we could put a few vent chutes in so they could start putting sheetrock on the ceiling. Having sent all the other crews to different jobs, the only remaining option was for me to do it.

As I began working, I fought back disgruntled thoughts about the inconvenience while fast becoming bored with the repetitive job. That was, until I noticed a peculiar man.

He wore blue Dickie coveralls and on his feet were black dress shoes, looking oddly out of place in the dusty environment. Construction workers bustled around him, hanging sheetrock and noisily moving their scaffolding. It seemed the old man hardly noticed the commotion, but continued to silently sweep the sheetrock dust to the corners.

We all worked along side each other for a few hours, and never did I hear the old man say a word. Curious, I wondered why he was on the job and decided he must be the father to the general manager.

When 4:00 rolled around, the cords were wrapped up, drills and saws were put in their places, and one by one the workers went home for the day. When they bid the old man goodbye, he only responded by the nod of his head.

I continued to staple vent chutes in the trusses and the old man continued to sweep silently. When I was almost finished, I asked him, “Do you work for the general manager?”

“No,” he replied, leaning against his broom. A grin appeared on his wrinkled face, exposing a few missing teeth. With enthusiasm, he said, “I’m a priest at this church.”

With renewed interest, I noticed the black robes he was wearing under the coveralls. I didn’t know what to say, so all I managed was, “Interesting.”

He smiled and said, “That, it is.”

Switching the subject, I said, “Looks like I’ll be back in the morning. I didn’t bring enough vent chutes to finish the job. I’ll be here early enough so I can get ahead of the other contractors. That way, they won’t have to wait on me.”

“That’s okay,” he grinned, “You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t make a mistake or two.”

I laughed. Then jokingly I said, “By being a priest, I doubt you have that problem.”

“Look here buddy,” he chuckled, scolding and pointing a finger in my direction, “I’m still just as human as you are.”

I smiled, feeling a bit uncomfortable until he continued to talk. “I still make plenty of mistakes, and I still get into plenty of trouble.”

“A man your age surely doesn’t get into as much trouble as I do,” I said.

“Maybe not. But you should be glad you get into trouble.”

I raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at him. Stifling a laugh, I said, “That’s an interesting theory. What makes you say getting into trouble is a good thing?”

“It’s all the trouble we get into in life that makes us realize how much we need God. Nobody could ever get into heaven if they never got into trouble.”

“So you are saying...” I asked, a bit confused, “that I should want to get into trouble?”

“Oh my,” he said, embarrassed, “That does sound like a... excuse my language... a hair-brained idea. What kind of priest am I?” He laughed, “That’s not really what I meant.” Eyeing me from head to toe, he continued, “You’re young. I have a feeling trouble will find you.”

I chuckled at the absurdity of the moment. It isn’t every day a priest looks me over and says I’m bound for trouble. More importantly, it isn’t every day a priest tells me getting into trouble is a good thing.

“It’s like this,” he continued, “God sits up there in His office, and everything you face in life comes across His desk for approval. And He will never put His signature on a trial or temptation that is too big for you to handle. Everything you face is only meant to bring you closer to Him.”

Saying goodbye to the elderly man, I marveled at the wisdom hidden behind his youthful eyes and mischievous grin. I admired his charismatic approach to life, and continued to think about the pearls of wisdom he had bestowed upon my young mind.

Some people curse their bad luck. Others become depressed by their misfortunes. Instead, maybe we should take the advice of the elderly man in the blue coveralls.

If trouble never found us, nor trials ever came, we would never need His grace... and it is only through His grace, that we are saved.

Yes, I like his theory.

-Duane Scott

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To read more from Duane Scott, visit him at at his website and follow him on the twitter at @duane_scott.

16 comments:

Shark Bait said...

God sits up there in His office, and everything you face in life comes across His desk for approval. And He will never put His signature on a trial or temptation that is too big for you to handle"

I think I like that. :-)

Cassandra Frear said...

Well, I've got plenty of trouble.

I guess I am incredibly blessed.

~*Michelle*~ said...

Ditto Shark Bait!

Great post....:)

Maureen said...

Thank you for introducing us to Duane Scott. Wonderful post.

jasonS said...

I'm definitely with you on this. I say all the time to our congregation that if we don't know pain how can we know the Comforter. If we don't know challenges how can we know the Overcomer? Yep, trouble will find us (Jesus told us so), but He will be there and we can see more of Who HE is... Great way to live life. :)

Thanks Duane.

SarahBeeCreations said...

"Everything you face is only meant to bring you closer to Him"
Thank you for the reminder.
I need this on a Post-It.

Unknown said...

Great post, great thoughts. Thanks for sharing! I particularly liked the "excuse my language" bit!

Scott said...

Yep, He came for the sick. Odd to think that sometimes I thank God I am sick, because I know He came for me. Blessing brother!

Joyce said...

This was great...I'm following your blog on fb now. Thanks for the email.

Sandra Heska King said...

"Nobody could ever get into heaven if they never got into trouble.”

Interesting thought. If we didn't get into trouble, we'd never realize how much we need Him.

I'm in trouble a lot.

Great post!

Anonymous said...

Duane, awesome post! I can see what Katdish sees in you :) She's got a knack for finding awesome people.

Michelle DeRusha said...

Hey Duane,
This is a cool story -- thanks for sharing it here. I was over at your site a bit ago...I'll be back.

Duane Scott said...

I'd like to give a huge thank you to Katdish for giving me the opportunity to guest post.

Even more, I appreciate each of your kind comments and I plan to visit all of your blogs in return.

Seriously guys, these comments just made my entire day. :)

Helen said...

Very true reminder of God not giving us more trouble than we can handle. This was very encouraging to me today. Thank you.

♥ Kathy said...

Great post! It really made me think.

Unknown said...

This is a great written encounter. I love to hear advice from older people, but I've got to say that I think I like this priest!
Duane is a great writer, I love reading his blog and I am glad that it brought me here today...this is a great blog as well!!

Katrian