It’s been a while since I’ve been in Louisville…or at least it seems that way. 19 days! So in many ways it was good to get here yet I knew I had that tiny apartment and questionable air mattress waiting for me. I had my concerns about my air mattress since every week or so i seemed to need a fresh blast of air to keep it nice and firm. I figured that upon my return, it would probably need some help to be usable. As a made my way into the bedroom, I found the mattress as devoid of air as it could have been. I expected this but it was even a little flatter that i figured it would be. After a few minutes with the air pump I was back in business. Since I had a late flight, it was about 12:30 am and I was ready for bed. After turning off the lights and climbing on, the bed felt a little soft. “Maybe I didn’t put enough air in it”, I thought. I climbed off turned the pump back on and made sure it was good and full. As i put the pump aside I heard a “psssssss…” Oh crap! “Maybe I left the water running or it’s a noise from the neighbors.” Nope. I following the noise and sure enough, I found a nice pin size hole letting out the very thing that makes an air bed work…the air. Oh crap! By now it’s 12:45 AM! I have to leave for work by 7. What to do?
Here’s where 9 years of new church work began to flit though my mind. “I can make it work. I can fix it.” I really asked myself, WWMD (what would MacGyver do)?” What do I have? Tape? Nope. Glue? Nope. What else would work? Gum? No gum. What I thought I needed was something sticky that I could use as a paste to plug the hole. Let’s see what’s in the fridge. Strawberry preserves? Good but not useful here. Cheese, butter, ranch dressing…nope. Wait…how about peanut butter? That could work. And yes, I keep my peanut butter in the fridge. It’s a grandma/childhood memory thing.
Who needs MacGyver when you have peanut butter…the smooth kind. Using crunchy would have just been stupid. It worked! The peanut butter was of the right consistency to stop the air. Unfortunately, as the peanut butter warmed, it got soft and well you get the visual. So I cleaned it up and kept looking. I was about to give up and just sleep on the floor when I saw the answer…a shoelace. The hole was about as big as the plastic tip. It worked. I inserted the shoelace and it stopped the leaking air. It lasted me until about 6:30 this morning when the bed finally gave way.
There’s a lesson here, I think. I could not have imagined when I bought the shoelaces, that it would be the thing that saved me a night’s sleep. That wasn’t its purpose. Nowhere on the package did it say great for stopping air leaking in air mattresses. But it was what I needed to make things work. How often do we miss opportunities to serve or participate in God’s mission because, “That’s not my purpose” or “That’s not in my job description?” I think too often we act very self-centered when it comes to our “purpose.” Our purpose is to be about God’s mission in the world. Too often we pray to God, “Help me accomplish my mission or purpose in the world.” Wrong! We should be praying, “God, how can I help you accomplish your mission in the world?” Feel the difference. One is about me; the other is about servant hood. One is self-centered; the other is God-centered. One is safe; the other is risky as hell. One is under our control; the other is out of control. We may have to do things that make us uncomfortable, uneasy, scary and risky. Yet these are the things that are hope-giving, joyous, fulfilling and transforming. The very thing we long to have and be. We may have to associate with people who are not like us or go to place we wouldn’t normally go. We may be called to plug holes and do things we don’t think fits “our purpose.”
So I ask, WWMD?
Oh and there was no–zero–zilch–hot water that next morning…but that’s another story.
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