This is George Muller. I respect his beard.
I would like to say that facial hair leads to a deeper spirituality, but we all know what goatees lead to.
I’m reading through George Muller’s journals right now (I know, I feel like a busy-body) and his attitude of prayer blows me away. It’s like when my wife and I helped out in Honduras. Friend Ships is an organization that smuggles (they probably wouldn’t appreciate my use of the term) food, Bibles, and other supplies to places where the need is greatest. Picture blockade runners sneaking into China and Russia, past the government to secret locations of people. That kind of awesome. But they started it all without really marketing/pushing for donations. They put up places where you can donate, but that’s not their focus.
Back to Muller – he was the guy who started up five orphanages without asking for any donations and never went into debt. It was always at the last minute when the food/supplies would be provided. The journal entry that I read this morning dealt with a husband and wife who woke up one morning thinking, “You know what? I think this guy needs a table” and donating most of their furniture to Muller’s orphanage – and Muller hadn’t mentioned the need. Whether it seems simple or not, I’m still always encouraged when I see people give out of love instead of being guilted into things. Think about the complaints people have against televangelists – the focus on money is one of the biggest complaints. Now imagine if we all had Muller’s attitude. Easier said than done, right?
Other thoughts shifting around in my brain this morning…
- I put my sarcastic book on hold. I want to do it justice in its mockery of cliches without becoming cliche itself. It’s like Luke and the Dark Side of the Force, really.
- I did start a different endeavor, though. A narrative in haikus is all I will say in this non-secure communication.
Something else that the sidewalkdriver will applaud: Booyor’s Ferris Bueller tour of Chicago.
Some time may passed since the last time you’ve seen the movie. I can assure you that this is not it:
Semi-related posts:
I skipped the Ferris Booyor jokes to avoid confusion.
We have yet to hit the big city. Wheaton is more like Mayberry, but I am starting to want to see more architecture containing concrete. There was a Jars of Clay concert down the street last night, and tonight is an Indian worship band. I think it might be Fred’s. Did the name begin with an A?
Is it Aradhna? Because those guys rock (and are super nice).