I remember the night like it was yesterday. Val and I had just started dating. We were both in high school. I drove her around in my mother’s green Mazda. It was winter, bitterly cold, and we were stuck.
The area around our home town consisted of a railroad track that twisted and turned through the suburbs. An urban legend existed of a park by the tracks that you did not want to visit at night. Of course, I took us right through it. The road was snow-covered, sandwiched between the railroad tracks and a small creek. The exit was a choice between a flat road and a steep incline. I took the incline as the car slid to the shoulder and stopped.
I tried spinning the tires, steering back and forth, anything I could do. It wouldn’t move. I called my dad and he said he would make his way over with a shovel to dig us out. I rolled down the window and a dog started barking hysterically from somewhere in the distance.
Val and I looked at each other and prayed.
A minute later, headlights approached. A group of snowmobiles parked behind us. I exited the car and one of the guys asked me if we were stuck. I said yes. Three of them pushed the car back to the road. They never removed their helmets or visors, returned to their snowmobiles, and drove away.
I turned the car around and started back the way we came. We stopped to get our bearings and I stepped out of the car again. There were no tracks on the ground, no sign of a snowmobile. Two minutes before, I had watched them take that road to leave us.
The snow was fresh and untouched.
I’ve spent the last eight months interviewing local charities, businesses, and community members, gathering story after story of God’s involvement in the lives around us.
When we seek, we will find.
In the whir of our lives, it is too easy to get caught up in the process. Kids, bills, jobs, starting a business, writing a book, keeping up a website, getting in shape. We tend to miss chances to make a difference.
I prayed, eight months ago, that my words would make a difference. I’d give the writing to God and tell the story that needed to be told. I’d give voice to those on the front lines of the battle against poverty. I’d work with faith-based businesses and charities.
My next e-book, coming out in April, will be about reclaiming Christian Arts and producing creations that have deep impact in the world. I have an article upcoming in RELEVANT magazine and will be starting work as a volunteer journalist for BCTV, a local nonprofit covering the Reading and Berks County area. We’re preparing a powerful series of stories on poverty and the efforts happening to reclaim the soul of the city.
Things happen when we decide to serve, when we give our talents back to the God, the Creator who gifted them in the first place. Now is the time to make your move, consider what you can give and ask how you can serve.
The intersection between faith and action is waiting for your arrival.