I just thought I’ld relay this story to all my blog readers.
Once upon a time, in the twentieth century, there was a little boy named Scotty. He was just your average poor boy growing up in a large family. Life had its ups and downs, as you would expect growing up with little money in a family that, let’s just say, was a bit ‘disfunctional’. As a little boy it was a season to see much alchoholism in his family and in the extended family. This young boy also had seen and heard some things going on in the house that he didn’t tell anyone. There were good times too, just not enough to out-weigh the bad.
Growing up in this needy family, he was used to putting cardboard inside his shoes before he walked to school so the snow would not make his socks wet. I understand he needed to push his socks down into his shoes sometimes so the kids in school would not make fun of him when they saw the holes in his socks. Like most young boys, Scotty liked sports. He didn’t seem to be very good at the sports, but at least he was out of the house and didn’t have to hear the fighting going on. It seems Scotty was tired of being poor. He was tired of not knowing todays mood of his parents. He was tired of helping to raise his siblings while his mother slept off her latest drunken stooper.
One day he decided what he wanted his life to be like and said to himself. “I’m never going to be poor when I grow up”. Then it seems he set out on a plan to see that that wouldn’t happen. As he grew up, this un-guided young boy made many mistakes. He decided he would learn as much as possible in school so he could get a good job, and by now he didn’t only want ‘not’ to be poor; but he wanted to be rich. Maybe he even wanted to be a millionaire! Since he grew up before computers, he needed to go to school to learn even after he graduated.
Life went on good for a while. Starting a family, buying a house, putting a little savings away. No, he didn’t pray that God would help him achieve all he wanted to be. Why? Because Scottys ‘god’ was money. Scotty also had a problem with his priorities. You see, the family was NOT on the list right behind God. From what I understand, it was 1) money, 2) sports, 3) family. As Christians, we can easily recognize that this order spells disaster. And it did.
One day his whole world came tumbling down, and with it, his dreams to be a millionaire. ‘Why is this happening to me?” he cried out! He didn’t drink. He didn’t do drugs. He was never unfaithful. “Why? Why? Why?” If you asked Scotty if he spent quality time with his family, his answer may have been ” I was too busy trying to make enough money to give them a good life”. If you asked him if he showed his faithful wife how much he loved and appreciated her, his answer may have been “She knows all that stuff. And besides, I’m really not the kind of person to talk about that mushy stuff. She knows that”. If you asked him what God thought about him, his answer may have been,” I don’t believe in God! If I can’t see it, feel it or touch it, it doesn’t exist.” You see, poor Scotty didn’t have friends that knew how tell him he was wrong with that thinking.
Anyway, Scotty lost everything. His family, his house, his car, his pride, his will to go on. As the story goes, one day Scotty looked in the mirror and realized he didn’t like the person in the mirror.
The person in the mirror wasn’t a terrible human being, just one that was lost. He was a person that lacked a lot of what he needed to be the person he thought he should be. He probably thought ” Now what? Where do I go from here? I realize that I have no idea on how to live my life.”
Broken, lost, and emotionally ‘spent’, Scotty decided to do what we all need to do….he got on his knees and prayed. Knowing that he didn’t know how to be a good person, he decided to ask the God he didn’t believe in for help. He probably didn’t even realize it at the time, but he fully surrendered his life to the Lord that day.
A funny thing happened that night alongside the murphy bed. The God he didn’t believe in came to his rescue. The God he hadn’t believed in forgave him of his misgivings and welcomed him into his loving arms. No, he didn’t die, if that is what it sounded like. At this time in his life when he had nowhere else to turn, he turned to the place we all need to go to FIRST.. The God of the universe seemed to carry Scotty till he got his bearings again. The God of all creation made His presence known to him in subtle ways at first, then in profound ways.
As the story continues, Scotty recieved a new list of priorities, a new lease on life, and a passion to obey the God that for many years seemed elusive. Yes, like all good stories and fairytales, this story has a happy ending.
Okay, as some may have already surmised, the little boy’s name wasn’t Scotty at all It was Bobby, or as most of you know him, Bobby Mo. Why did I choose Scotty as the name? Because if I would have had a son, I would have named him Scotty.
And why did I write this story/ testimony? Because it is important for all of us to kind of ‘check in with ourselves, and reflect on exactly who we ARE. Notice I didn’t sat “who we WERE”? Our past helps create who we are and we need to be sure we aren’t dwelling on the past. We need to be reading our Bibles, including Proverbs, to see how we should be living our lives. ARE we living it the way God wants us to live it? Are we REALLY putting God at the top of our priority lists? Are we loving our neighbors as ourselves? Are we responding to what God is telling us, or more importantly, are we even listening to what God wants for our lives? Are we wearing out the knees of our jeans or pajamas praying constantly to know Him and His will for us? Are we praying for wisdom and discernment? Are we telling out loved ones that we love them? And the list goes on.
My friends, the more I preach to the groups here in Panama, the more I know I need
to do it.. I know God wants me to be bold in my faith, and He is giving me the courage to spread His word through this gringo with the bad Spanish. I don’t let the occasional bad grammar hold me back. I figure that if they understand 80% of what I am trying to say, that’s a homerun in my book. Sometimes, in my mind, I want to grab people by the shoulders, shake them and yell “LISTEN TO ME! The Bible is real and relevant today! Read it and Heed it! If you feel your live is going in the toilet, if you feel the pressures of being a parent are sending you out of control. STOP>>>DROP<<< and PRAY to the only ONE that can truely help. Thank you Lord for being my ‘go-to’ guy. Thank you Lord for a life worth living. May your kingdom come, may YOUR will be done; on earth as it is in Heaven. Amen ‘
I just thought I’ld relay this story to all my blog readers.