[vc_row fullwidth="false" attached="false" padding="0" visibility="" animation=""][vc_column border_color="" visibility="" width="1/1"][vc_column_text disable_pattern="true" align="left" margin_bottom="0"]As far as my DIY skills are concerned, I am a first-timer on almost any project. It's rare that I have done it before and can bring those skills to a new project. Projects, whether they are my car, home, or yard, can become daunting mountains to climb. I am "that guy" who just bought brand new climbing gear, but has never set foot on a single trail. I can also be the guy who has the wrong tools for a job. Too proud to ask for exactly what I might need, the local big-box hardware store (Home Depot, Lowes, Menards - if you've moved to the frozen north) will take hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars from this newbie every year. You become a regular - in just one day. Your growth as a DIY-er can be measured in how many times you had to go in just one day. Seven. That was by far the worst day on one of my projects. Contrast that with someone who has been trained in everything and can do anything. They instinctively know how to disassemble and reconfigure the most complicated piece of engineering on the planet. If it's the yard, they were born with the green thumb. If it's a car, they entered the world with a wrench in hand. Other toddlers pushed fake gumballs in a pop-pop-pop thingy up and down the halls with nauseating repetition, until their parents wondered why they chose to have children. This guy? He bypassed the plastic toys and unscrewed the plastic plate on the wall to discern the inner workings of a 20 amp circuit.
When you are in the first category (like me) and you have a friend in the second category, it's like winning the lottery. His name is Michael and he might as well be the archangel Michael in Revelation who kicks some serious tail, because that is how I experience his help in my life. He is grace personified - again and again.
Our family car found itself (once again) sitting in his garage. It was a minor thing, at least he always says it's minor, but I needed his expertise nonetheless. As he wheeled up under my car on one of those cool things that only guys who know how to work on cars use, I noticed something that made me sick to my stomach. Just a few steps away, another car sat perched on jacks and appeared as if it had been the victim of an IED in Iraq. There were parts everywhere: bolts, gears, pistons and thing-a-ma-bobs (I know, I don't know what I'm talking about) were strewn throughout the garage. I peered down into the engine as if I was looking down into a brain surgery in progress. It looked so foreign and so complicated.
How could I even begin to know what to do with all of that? I turned to Michael and asked: "Do you know how to put all that back together?"
He smiled. "Of course."
It struck me that my own heart can be as deep as a canyon or as intricate as the most sophisticated engineering marvel on planet earth - at least, I hope so. Maybe mine is more like a small, economy car. Either way, it's more than I can handle on my own.
When I have tried to "fix" it on my own, it barely runs. I open the hood of my heart and don't know where to start. What a mess: all custom parts (now rusted), with manuals out of print, only one of this model ever made it out of production. In fact, I am the prototype of me.
Who can understand the depths of the human heart? Who knows how to piece it back together when it suffers loss? Who can heal the bruises inflicted by years of legalistic religion? Sunday School answer, anyone?
Michael's kindness to my family (which is often) reminds me that I need to be unashamed to make the call and drive my heart into the garage of the One who knows exactly what to do. If I try this on my own, I won't know where to start and I will likely make something worse. Jesus is not only capable (as the Author of faith), he loves to do this for us. And how amazing it is when we turn the key and experience the grace and hope that comes from a heart that is tuned to Jesus.[/vc_column_text][mk_icon_box2 icon_type="icon" icon_size="64" icon="mk-li-paper-plane" icon_color="#02b3ff" title="Follow Chad's Blog and never miss a post." title_size="24" title_weight="inherit" title_top_padding="10" title_bottom_padding="10" align="center"]