Napkins, the Moon, and Macs

Wow. I just looked at the clock, you know, so I could tell how you insanely late it is that I am writing this, and it is 12:12!!! See, I told you if you wanted to see 1212 you would. You didn’t believe me.

2nd Try:

It’s still 12:12 (must have just turned 12 12), and I am sitting at the Macintosh. I hate Macs. I don’t even know how to turn the stupid egg looking thing on. The screen is pretty cool though. It’s one of those ones that swivels all around, in every imaginable position…I can make it bow down to me, stick it’s nose up at me, give me the “I’m not looking” look and turn it to the side, the problem with that though, is that I can’t see it. The other thing I hate about Macs is that there is a mysterious button somewhere in the vacinity of “delete” that when I miss wildly and hit this mysterious key it sends the window I am typing in way up into the forsaken corners of the wobbly screen. The first time it happened it took me about five minutes to find out how to get the dagnab thing back down.

So am I sitting here. I have to get up at Six A.M. Which, to me, is like trying to fly to the moon by jumping off a trampoline with a kite, hoping the kite will catch a big current and sail you high enough in the air…you get the point. I just set the table for thirty. That’s what I do on Monday nights. I set a large, large, table. With many place settings. And I even fold the napkins in a pseudo-restaraunt-way that makes them stand up on the plate. If I am not husband material, I don’t know who is. And now that the British kid is in the army, the prince, William or Bill or Keith or Tom, whoever, I must be the most eligible bachelor…In The World.

But I digress. Until recently I haven’t had much satisfaction, or joy, in setting the table for the Tuesday morning prayer breakfast. A breakfast where leaders from the community and DC gather together, and sometimes homeless people and “about to be homeless people” (as Sammy says), to pray and hear a sermon and fellowship. It is a great networking time, and an even better relationship building time. blah blah blah. I set the table. But…I have begun to find satisfaction in it. Or God has begun to give me satisfaction, or joy, in it.

If the people who attend don’t have to think or worry about the table being set, the food coming out, the plates being taken away and washed, then they have more time to listen to what God has to tell them at that time. What he wants them to hear or see, or who he might want them to meet. Humility (I almost wrote humbleness) is a very hard thing to have at 6 in the morning. And only by God’s grace can I have it, have joy, and have satisfaction and fulfillment in what I am doing. And I think that goes for whatever you do in life for a job. Even if your job is to fly around and catch people who jumped off a tramppoline with a kite (an obviously cool and satisfying job) you will only find joy and satisfaction in it if you are focused on glorifying God through it. Wow. I hate writing stuff like this, because then you have to actually do it. Or you feel like a real big loser for saying it.

Thank you for your Grace upon us Lord.

I am sorry if this one wasn’t up to par, I blame it mostly on the MAC keyboard, it doesn’t have those raisy-things in the back of the keyboard that flip up so your wrists and forearms don’t get sore when you type. So I am off to bed to ice my forearms and dream really manly dreams. Like not setting the table.

~ by kevinthomas on January 24, 2006.