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Lord of all pots and pans and things…
Make me a saint by getting meals
And washing up the plates! I must have read this prayer by Brother Lawrence for a solid hour tonight trying to figure what it meant in my life. Was I that humble ever? Am I that humble? Do I have a connection with God to the point that I could celebrate even the most minor of his titles - Lord of all pots and pans and things. And then I stopped. I stopped because in the last couple of months…né, years…I have lost that humility. I have become someone who refuses to acknowledge Him accept in the miraculous; the overwhelming glory. I am not satisfied with a little sprinkle. I need to experience the hurricane.When my wallet went missing today I reacted in a way that is uncommon of me. I didn’t yell. I didn’t accuse. I didn’t even curse. I thought about why I was so upset. Was it the money? Was it the credit cards? What was it that meant so much to me. All of it could be so easily replaced. What I realized is that my wallet represented my own personal wealth and my own personal achievement. In it were the things that I had earned and that I had held on to. Or was it? Had God not first given me the ability to work so I could even make money? Had he not given me good health so that I was legally and physically able to drive and thereby get my drivers license? Had he not given me life which is summed up so simply by a social security card? No, I didn’t get angry. I became thankful. I even thought that perhaps whoever had it now must have needed it more than me and God had removed me from the situation so that they could be provided for. I certainly would not have been giving handouts at the Food Bazaar supermarket. The entire afternoon I spent my time on the phone with banks and credit bureaus describing my situation and then thanking them for their generosity and help. It was a humbling day. So back to Bro. Lawrence.

I was praying about an hour ago and asking that the Lord would make me more thankful for my station in life. That I could be as humble as this monk whose only role was to wash pots and pans. And as I started to feel so thankful (even for the fact that I was not robbed or hurt for my wallet), the phone ring. On the other line was Jaleecia Jenkins who was calling to say she had found my wallet with everything in it; cash, cards, receipts. It had been living in a trashbag today. I thanked her profusely. I told her that I thought in Brooklyn it was surely gone. She said, “Boy. It isn’t that bad. God is good.”

I will be meeting up with Ms. Jenkins tomorrow morning to reclaim my wallet and hug her like I have never hugged a stranger before. The wallet means nothing to me at this point. But the thought that God is so close to me and knows that I am here………

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