This past Friday, I stepped outside to get pictures of the rain for my next book. The heavier rain had tapered off to a simple drizzle and I was mesmerized, as I frequently am, by the little things, the ripples created by the raindrops in the puddles, the raindrops themselves suspended on blades of grass. It was peaceful and a reminder of how important it is for my spiritual self, to get out in nature and feel God’s presence, even if I’m only a few steps from the backdoor.
I hadn’t brought my phone with me while I was outside, but I
was close to my phone that when it rang, as it wound up doing that morning, my
watch buzzed and chimed to let me know.
I didn’t recognize the number, but I was pretty sure who it
was. Every time I publish a book, I
start getting spammed by scammers from overseas trying to get me to give them money
to publish and market my book. I ignore
most of these calls, but occasionally, I feel in a good enough mood to answer
the phone and warn them that they are breaking the law (I have no idea if that’s
true) and that I will report them if they continue their harassment. The last time I answered one of these calls a
couple of months ago, I had the caller so frustrated with me getting him off
his script that he hung up on me.
Once or twice I have thought about the fact that given all
the books I write these days are about God, I should use these phone calls with
scammers as a witnessing opportunity.
And when the phone rang this past Friday, when I was feeling
calm and filled with God from my time outside, I decided to answer the phone,
(or answer my watch in this case). I
didn’t know what I would say to caller, but I figured I would start by asking
if they had read my book. I mean why
should I do business, I would ask them, if they hadn’t even read my book.
Because of the rain and because I was talking Dick Tracy-style
on my watch, I was having a hard time hearing the man on the other end. I had no idea which one of my books he was
talking about and he wasn’t taking a breath to let me talk to him or even hang
up semi-politely.
I was just about ready to interject my question about
whether or not he had read my book, when he said something that no one in the
hundreds of calls like these that I had answered over the years had ever said
to me.
“I read the synopsis of your book on Amazon,” he said to
me. “And the words ‘God loves me’ really
spoke to me.”
Much as I suspected, he had not read the book, but no one
had ever told me they had read what my book was about and no one had ever
quoted me words from the book.
I now knew exactly what book he was talking about, my latest
entitled, I Wrote These Words for You.
“I’m glad they spoke to you,” I said, somewhat hesitantly. Was he being real with me or was this just
more of the scam? He was very off-script
either way.
“I just really needed to hear those words today, ‘God loves
me’” he continued. “I’m having a hard
time at home and work.”
Again, I wasn’t quite ready to believe him, though I was
getting more intrigued by the second. “You
should really read my book,” I told him.
“If those words meant something to you, you need to read the book.”
And then he said something—and I can’t quite remember how he
worded it—but it was something along the lines of that he would have a hard
time getting a copy of the book.
At that point, I was thinking, well he’s already on Amazon,
just click on the “buy it now” button, but then I remembered that these calls
were from overseas—I actually got a woman to admit to me once how they ping off
of cellphone towers, preferably a tower close to where you are so that you are
more likely to pick up the phone.
So he was most likely not calling me from inside the United
States and it hit me right then that what he was doing right then, going off
script, talking to me about God, might be very dangerous for him.
“Look,” I said to him, “I hope you’re being honest with me—I’m
going to assume you’re being honest with me and I want you to know that I’m
praying for you.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“Really,” I continued, “I am praying for you right now. I am praying that God put His hand on you,
that He fill you with His spirit, that when He does fill you with that spirit
that He would lift you up and put you on the path He wants you on.”
As I was talking, I felt myself getting louder and louder
because I was ready to fight for this man.
As I spoke, he sometimes broke in. He told me how much the prayers meant to him
and sometimes it seemed like he was trying to get back on the script he was
supposed to be on. Perhaps so that when
his employers questioned him later, because I have no doubt they either listen
in live or perhaps later, but he could create a plausible deniability and
insist by going back to the script, he was just playing me.
All of it just made me pray harder.
Finally, I ended the call.
I told him I would keep praying for him.
I told him to take care. And then
I hung up.
Still outside, I noticed the rain had stopped. The air smelled sweet. The word for it is “petrichor.” It’s that earthly, damp dirt smell we all are
familiar with after the rain.
“God loves me.”
Three words.
Three words had changed the course of that man’s day and
perhaps his life.
In today’s reading from John 6:1-15, we get the feeding of
the 5,000 miracle, the fishes and loaves miracle. But what I want to focus on specifically is
the part after the feeding, when Jesus tells the disciples, “Gather up the
fragments.” Now those words have a deep
meaning, especially when we are told those fragments filled twelve
baskets. Numbers always have meaning in
the Bible and these are no different.
But rather than go into that, I want to just focus on those
words, “Gather up the fragments.”
Get the crumbs.
Nothing goes to waste.
I remember how my depression-era grandparents would practically
lick the plate clean at dinner, suck every ounce of chicken off the bone,
because they knew how important those crumbs were.
And yet food waste in this country is astounding and I admit
to being a large part of that.
But Jesus tells the disciples, “Gather up the fragments,”
because nothing goes to waste. Nothing,
not one crumb, is unimportant.
This past Friday, God fed that man on the phone with me,
with spiritual crumbs.
Three words.
Of course, I know and have come to terms with the fact that
my books will never be bestsellers, but that doesn’t mean that God can’t use
three words from one of those books to change a man’s life a half a world away.
I confessed last week that the thing I hate/dread the most
about writing my books is having to write that back cover summary. I never feel good about anything I write in
those summaries. The words feel weak and
not a good representation of the book itself.
And yet, last Friday, it was the summary that reached that
man.
And even less than that.
Three words.
God loves me.
How will God use your words to reach someone today?
Amen.