Archive for January, 2007

On life’s trail

An uneventful week on the road. In fact, now that I’m running mostly local, all of my weeks will probably be uneventful. Which makes me think that I should expand my blog to include subjects other than my road experiences. Don’t fret, however; when something of note takes place on the road, I’ll report it here.
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Away from the truckin’ trail and on to life’s trail…

I was at a gathering of people this week that discussed the following ideas.

* one person suggested that while we we’re out walking in our neighborhood, we should stop and get to know the people we meet and ask them how they like the neighborhood, is there anything they need, what they see as the main problems in the area, etc.

* another person suggested that we host a get-together in a nearby restaurant and invite the neighborhood so that we can get to know each other better.

* another suggestion was to form regular clean-up groups and focus on areas of the neighborhood that need cleaning up or other types of attention.

* one last idea was to ask an elderly or incapicitated neighbor if we can help them fix something in their home.

Now, can you guess what kind of meeting this was? Was it a church outreach committee meeting? Was it a sermon on evangelism? Was it a special lectureship class on “Spreading the Word”? Was it an elder’s meeting to discuss increasing church membership?

Truth is, it was a meeting of our local neighborhood association. (We meet quartely for meetings and about every six weeks for social events.) This particular meeting was to brainstorm ideas for getting more of the people who live in our neigborhood to join us in our common desire to decrease crime, keep the area clean and neat, and attract others to our charming neighborhood. This discussion was prompted by the members’ concerns over the rising crime rate throughout the city.

But as I sat there listening to this discussion (and offering ideas of my own), it took me back to the hundreds of meetings I’ve sat in to consider ways to get people in my church. The only ideas missing on this night were door knocking and gospel meeting.

For the people of this world are more shrewd in dealing with their own kind than are the people of the light.                                                                                                                        Jesus, as recorded in John 16:8

The question common to both a neighborhood association and religious folk is how do you “win” converts to your cause? For centuries, religious people have relied on programs, signs, tracts, great music and preaching, elaborate and full-service facilities, or a number of other things to attract people to their cause. And such attractions do work, for some. But if you look at the vast majority of churches, you see members that look pretty much the same. There are white churches; there are black churches. There are wealthy churches; there are churches of mostly poor people.  (Rarely do you see “addicted” churches where most of the members are recovering or not-yet-recovering addicts. Or churches that have a high percentage of people who struggle (at least openly) with some of the vices churches look down on.)

The refreshing thing about our neighborhood association and something that churches need to learn is that we really don’t care who is in our “club.” We’ll take anyone. And we welcome people to join us for the benefit of all who live in the area, not just for the good of the association (institution). The association’s approaches to getting members are non-threatening and built on common needs, i.e. safety, pride in our neighborhood, help from time to time and more. We direct our “campaign” toward those with whom we have cast our lots—the people who live right around us, the people who are within walking distance of our front door. These are the people we see everyday, not just on Sundays. We see each other in a variety of settings: social, service projects, civic marches and more. And there is not one string attached to membership (not even the $5/year fee, which is often overlooked). I don’t know of one church that offers no-strings-attached membership.

The people in our neighborhood association are decent people. They care about our city and each other. They are eager to help one another and spend many hours in service. They drink beer and occasionally utter a curse word. But they are also free with praise and encouragement. For most, religion is an important part of their lives; they just haven’t let their religion get in the way of fully living each day for the benefit of others.

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Intentional ministry

From 1977 until June of 2006, I worked primarily with churches as preacher, counselor, youth minister, family life minister, or in some other area of ministry.  (Periodically I took a break from “formal” ministry and did such things as work for an airline, own/manage a print shop, direct a non-profit organization.) 

For the 30 years I served in churches, I never wondered what my ministry would be and how I would carry it out.  Every day I performed my duties (usually outlined in a job description) and every day I blessed someone; it was automatic.  When I taught a Bible class, someone was blessed.  When I conducted a counseling session, someone benefited.  When I preached a funeral or officiated a wedding, someone was ministered to.  I didn’t have to think about whether I was “ministering;” it happened because that was the nature of my work.  “Ministers” minister, and that’s that.

Now, in my new vocation as truck driver, ministry is not so automatic.  First of all, I am alone most of the day.  Who, besides me, benefits from that?  (Some of you smart alecks are saying, “everyone!”)  Second, when I encounter someone, it is usually for a brief time.  I drive alone to my first stop, I pull up to a dock, someone comes out to check the seal on my truck doors, they go back inside the warehouse or store, I back into the dock, they unload my freight, they sign the bill of lading, I leave, and I repeat that another time or two during the day and go home.  The question I’m wrestling with is, how can I be an agent of God in that work situation? 

Here’s what I’m discovering.  Ministry must be intentional.  I have to make it happen; it might not happen otherwise.  I must keep my eyes ever open to opportunities.  I must be willing to create opportunities to bless others in my day.  (It goes without saying, I hope, that the first opportunity is with my wife and others who are close to me each day…how do I treat them?  If I fail here, little else matters.)  For example, I am hanging around just a little bit longer at the guard shack where I pick up my loads each morning, trying to get to know the overnight guard.  In time, I might start bringing him coffee.  Same with the people I encounter at each stop.  Rather than retreat to my truck to read or sleep, I’ll try to make myself available to the people in the warehouses and stores.  (I have offered to help unload the truck, but this is forbidden by the contract between Schneider and Sears.)  I’ll be as quick to help truckers at truck stops as they have been to help me with questions, simple repairs or tasks.  I’ll pay more attention to the little things that others obviously consider important like pets who accompany them or stickers they have on their trucks; these might lead to short conversations.  I’ll be quick to be an optimistic, encouraging presence around others.  There are few smiles in an all-night truck stop at 1 AM; I’ll be the exception.  I’ll offer something of greater value than money to the panhandlers who ask; I’ll share the gifts of time and attention.

I’m guessing that most of you who read this blog are not in “professional” ministry.  How then do you minister?  How do you intentionally go about being the presence of God among those you see each day?  (I’m not talking about trying to convert someone or getting them to come to church.)  How do you live among others so that they can get a vision of what Jesus in a human life looks like?  And if you have some thoughts on how I might do that better, please let me know.

Please don’t be shy; this isn’t about any of us.  It’s about the one who has placed a great ”treasure in clay jars so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us.” 

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New route, and more

I just finished the first week of my new lane (route) hauling Sears freight.  Here’s the schedule:  Tuesday begins early—3:00 AM–when I pick up a loaded trailer from Sears warehouse on Meyers and haul it to a huge distribution warehouse in Olive Branch, MS.  I do that once more and am finished for the day by 6:00 AM.  On Wednesday, I pick up a loaded trailer at the Meyers Street warehouse by 3:00 AM and take it to Florence, AL.  That mall store unloads their portion of the trailer then I take the rest to the Sears store in Decatur, AL.  I’m home by 3:00 PM or so.  Thursday beginning at 3:00 AM, I pick up a loaded trailer from Meyers Street and take it to Columbus, MS where they unload their portion, and I bring the rest back to the warehouse in Olive Branch.  I’m done for the day by 2:00 PM.  On Fridays I get to sleep in (out of the house by 5:30 AM).  I pick up a loaded trailer and drop it at the Sears at Wolfchase Mall by 7:00 AM.  I return to the Meyers Street warehouse, pick up another loaded trailer and take it to Jonesboro, AR where the mall store unloads its portion.  I drop the balance of the load at a regional distribution warehouse in Jonesboro and return home.  I’m finished by 1:30 PM or so.  So, that’s it; early mornings, short drives and home every night.  I like the schedule—not having to go through Atlanta, fewer weigh stations, etc.—even though I didn’t pick it.  It was assigned since I am lowest on the seniority scale.  The problem with this schedule, as I mentioned, is the pay.  Where before, my weekly drive was between 1800 and 2,500 miles, this new route is just under 1,000 miles.  “If the wheels don’t turn, I don’t earn.”  We’ll see what happens over the next month or so.

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Off the truckin’ trail for a moment…our holidays were wonderful with lots to eat, thoughtful gifts, and best of all, family and loved ones home.  Jesus, of course, gives meaning to this special time of year (as he does every day of the year).  On the practical level, however, there is one other who creates the special atmosphere that brings joy to all who experience it.  I’m talking about none other than my wife, Lynn.  She truly has the gift of hospitality and uses this gift to the fullest.  She bakes, makes, designs, assigns, wraps, frappes, decorates, delegates, purchases, furnishes, shops till she drops, sings, and rings in the holidays in such a contagious way that we all get the spirit early and enjoy it well into the new year.  From Thanksgiving through my birthday on January 5 (sorry you missed it), all Lynn does is aimed at pleasing others and making our time together very special.  If it were just me, our holiday season would not be the special time it is.  The testimony of all this is best realized in our sons who love to come home at holidays and all through the year.  Sadly, not every parent can say that.

dscn0315.JPG (left:  Lynn and Mitch)  One tradition we have is Christmas Eve snacks, more like a buffet of elegant finger foods.  Lynn prepares those little wrapped hot dogs, shrimp cocktails, bean dip, rotel cheese dip, stuffed mushrooms and more which we wash down with her special mango slushies.  It’s something we have done for years and well worth waiting a whole year for.  What’s your holiday tradition?

I’ll just bet if your holidays were special, it’s very possibily because of a woman…wife, mother, sweetheart daughter, or other—who makes it her mission to bring joy to others.  If you haven’t told her how much you appreciate and love all she does, shame on you…do it now! 

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Eldon and more

Meet Eldon Boatwright.   This 75-year old gentleman has worked for Sears for 57 years.  57 years!  Eldon (“not Elton,” he emphasized), born and reared in Columbia, South Carolina, says he has worked in nearly every department in the company over the years, and had a hand in opening six Sears stores around the state.  Eldon walks with a limp, but with the help of two other younger men took only 2 1/2 hours to unload my 53′ trailer on Friday (He said he would have had it done quicker “if I just had some decent help.”).  He was on the job early that day, 5:30 to be exact, and had a great attitude all morning, quick to talk about his family and to make sure I knew where the bathroom was.  He must be quite a man in other ways too; his offspring range in age from “18 to 48,” he reported. 

What a spirit.  I bet he’s a constant source of encouragement to the people he works with; he certainly got my day started off right.  Who encourages you?  Who inspires you to do your best?  Who amazes you with their spunk, humor, creativity, optimism or spirit?  Share your nominee with the rest of us on this blog.  Click “comments” and tell us. 

By the way, to those of you who read this blog but have never read the comments people leave, you are missing the best part of this blogsite.  Click on “comments” at the bottom of each blog entry to read what other people say about the issue at hand.

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The winds of change are blowing.  I can feel it.  This past week was bid week for Schneider’s Sears account.  Because I am low man in seniority I got what was left over of the 33 “lanes” (routes) my dispatcher manages.  The only lane left is local deliveries.  Since truck drivers are paid by the mile, you can understand why no one else wanted this route—few miles!  And few miles means little money.   I meet with the dispatcher Monday to discuss the matter.  As much as I like truck driving, I can’t do it for nothing.  I’ll keep you informed.

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After a great New Year’s trip to Glasgow, KY to be with my brothers, sister and their families, I left Tuesday morning for Gautier (pronounced Go shay’), MS and Mobile, AL.  I spent Wednesday night at home and left again early Thursday for Columbia.  I picked up a “back haul” on Friday in Beech Island, SC (home of James Brown) and brought it to Schneider’s operating center in West Memphis, getting home at midnight this morning.  This last load, which I picked up at a huge Kimberly Clark plant in Beech Island, was the heaviest I have hauled…38,000 pounds of cleaning compounds.  The weight accounted for the 5.5 miles per gallon I got on my return trip.  Glad I’m not paying the fuel bill!

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