The Rest

Well I headed out Friday to do door hangers with my wife and girls. We went to a neighborhood with about 176 homes. We did the majority of them, but the heat over powered us, and we had to call it a day.

I went out this morning and finished up the neighborhood by myself. Someone thanked me today for handing them out. That was nice. I also heard someone leaving their house that picked it up and read our name out loud. I was kinda waiting for a cuss word to follow, but it didn't so that's a good thing.

I think one gut thought I was casing the neighborhood. He left his house, looked at me, drove away, then drove back into the neighborhood and stayed in his car until I had hung a few, then he left. I guess I can look pretty scary, so I don't blame him.

Glad to have done it. I was reading Zechariah this morning, and this verse stood out to me, "
Zechariah 4:10 (NIV) “Who despises the day of small things? Men will rejoice when they see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel. ”.

These are the days of small things. A small group of people on Sunday. Small amount of donuts to serve them. Small door hangers; small door knobs. Small beads of sweat on my forehead, and wet shoulders. These are the days of small things. And I love it, I don't despise these days. The small things precede the building of God's church!

--Ben