Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A Pitcher Life

Something happened the other day that I can't stop thinking about. I was subbing when I got a call from the high school librarian looking for a specific book. First, she asked me to look up the bar code.  I couldn't find one. She called again and asked me to look in a different place. Still couldn't find it. She called again and asked about one more place. Nothing. The fourth time she called, she sighed and said she was sorry to ask me to do this, but could I go through the boxes and look for the book. Our records showed that it was checked out to a girl who was certain that she turned it in, and she's a good kid with a good attitude, so Rhonda really wanted to help her.

I'd been boxing up all the books in the middle school library because they're moving it into the main building next year. I looked at the myriad stacks of boxes and told her I'd call her back when I realized the box it could be in was at the very bottom of a stack of eight. Of course.

As I looked around though, I realized it could also be in a box that was on the very top of the stack next to the big one. I started there, and about six books into it, I found it! I called her back, and she was SO happy. She put her phone on speaker and had me say it again so the girl could hear me herself.

It feels so good to help someone. Especially when it's appreciated. The best way to get over yourself is to pour into someone else's life. You don't have to drain yourself dry. A little syrup goes a long way. I want to bring that Jesus-sweetness into other lives, not just because it feels good, but because that's how He lived. I want to be a clear glass pitcher--transparent, filled with His sweetness, and available to be broken bread and poured out wine.