Last weekend I got to help serve pancakes at saddleback HSM.
What a cool thing for them to do: a couple schools had prom on Saturday night, so they decided to offer free pancakes on Sunday morning. Simple. Cheap. Fun. Great idea.
(yea, I’m pessimistic to also think, “Why didn’t I ever think about that?”)
My job was to flip the flap jacks and it was a ton of fun. Some of the students even said thanks, which very nearly gave me a heart attack. As I drove home, all I could think about was the greatness of the HSM team.
….| I showed up a few minutes earlier than expected, thinking they’d need help with set up. Everything was in it’s place and ready go. Organization really does set volunteers up to win (read that sentence twice if you know that you need to).
….| We needed to start cooking early, of course, because once the students descended upon us, they would be devouring everything in sight. A few adults wandered by to get a pancake “before they were all gone.” Naturally this made me throw up in my mouth. I bit my tongue (you don’t EVEN know how hard that was.) I was impressed when one of the HSM team came by and politely shooed everyone away and said, “it’s for the students…” good stuff. Really good stuff. Why? Entitlement ruins lots of ministry.
….| I brought my two oldest boys, 8 and 7 years old, and they were playing dodgeball with some high school students. Naturally, my oldest wasn’t paying attention and got decimated by a ball. I turn away from the grill to hear the full story through the tears. Within minutes, one of the HSM team got him some ice and another a chair. Very cool. (although I normally tell Max to just pretend his hand is like ice and it’s pretty much the same thing.) Thanks for caring about my kids.
….| The five of us who were volunteering were thanked about 100 times by each of the HSM team members, also very cool. People need encouragement.
….| Doug Fields spoke that weekend, and as I was walking up I overheard one of the HSM team thanking him for being there. That one shocked me, because it highlighted a weakness in me: specifically not being thankful toward Fields very often. We’re very good friends, and it’s easy (for me) to slip in to ruts like this, and assume “he knows.”
And then, CRAZY ON TOP OF CRAZY: Fields even bought my lunch after church, and it took me 30 minutes to say thanks even though 40 minutes before I was thinking about how little I say thanks!
Yeesh. And I thought I was just going to serve pancakes.
Most of these are small things–a word or a moment’s worth of work–but life has a lot more small things than it has big things… Jesus said it like this:
“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much.”
Excellent leadership from the HSM team! I’m gonna quit serving if I get convicted so much!!