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Wrapping up a hotel stay after an event in Harrisburg, PA, I left a tip for housekeeping, then reached back in my wallet for my 1st Faith business card. On the card is my name and email address; I leave the card with the tip as a way of saying someone–with a name–noticed a job well done.
And, leaving the card may lead someone to check out this web page and be encouraged in some way. So, it’s become a habit to grab a card and leave it with the tip.
Sure, most probably throw the card away. But you never know, right? Perhaps someone needing a touch of hope will take that extra step and find it here.
On this day however, I was out of cards in my wallet. No biggie. More than 100 cards are always wrapped up in my backpack; I could find one there in an instant, then place it with the tip.
But instead of automatically turning to my backpack to find the cards, I hesitated. Two thoughts ran through my mind:
It’s probably going to get tossed in the trash anyway. Forget it.
You need to hit the road; it’s not worth the trouble.
In both statements above, the first few words were likely true. Yes, the card would probably be tossed in with my papers in the wastebasket, and forgotten. And, I did need to get going–I had quite a drive ahead of me.
But . . . this wasn’t about a major commitment. To find the card and drop it on the nightstand would take 30 seconds–max. That’s it. Whether the card wound up in the trash or was a bright spot to someone’s day wasn’t the issue, either. Writing this column, I figured out one business card may have set me back a nickel.
That’s five cents. It takes 20 nickels to get to a dollar, which won’t buy a Coke in the hotel’s vending machine. Therefore, this wasn’t about the money or my precious time.
Leaving one little card–for me at least–was simply about “want to.”
Because lately, I’ve been talking–a lot–about the idea that this country could be on the verge of another Great Awakening. I’m even working on a book regarding this topic.
And wouldn’t another Great Awakening be, for lack of a better word, be great? We would see kindness and grace win the day. Political factions wouldn’t disappear, but what would it be like if we shed the Twitter wars and turned toward civil discussions to solve our issues?
Most important, we could see hundreds of thousands–millions?–turn to faith and find the joy of knowing God and Jesus Christ. It could be something none of us have witnessed.
I want this. An awakening would change our culture more than we can imagine.
But here’s the catch. God rarely acts alone. After creating this Earth, God’s greatest works take place as he uses ordinary people. If I believe there can be an awakening, one of my callings is to do those things which help set the stage.
For one, I can finish the book. That’s a big thing, for sure.
But there are so many seemingly “insignificant” acts I believe he wants from me–and all of us–as well.
If we truly want to see God move in a spectacular fashion, we’ve got to do what appears to be mundane; the day-to-day stuff which we don’t believe really matters.
For me, a prime example is that business card. Since February, I’ve spent 33 nights in hotels. That’s 33 opportunities to say a financial “thank you” to my housekeeping professional, and 33 opportunities to drop a card of hope as well.
It’s likely true that 32 or more of those cards wound up in a landfill.
I don’t know what God will–or will not–do with one of those cards. But it shouldn’t matter. So on that morning in Harrisburg, I grabbed a card and tossed it in with the tip.
Though this was hardly an act of courage or sacrifice, it certainly reminded me that every day brings “small” opportunities to connect others to their next step of faith.
And if I truly want this world to awaken to the love, power and grace of God, I need to take advantage of each one–no matter how small.