wednesday evening my phone rang. it was my friend, bill.
i love when bill calls.
he always has something
something about god.
something about people.
he almost never calls me.
bill wanted to talk about boxes.
“i heard a story and it changed my life and sparked an idea,” he says.
and proceeds to tell me a story.
“there was an old man-maybe a monk or rabi-and each day he would go to every door in the village with a covered box. he’d knock on each door and give the box to the person inside, when they
took the box, they closed the door
and either took something out
left something inside
then gave it back to the old man.
this happened every single day and it sustained the community.”
so bill took it to the streets, literally
“hijacking” the empty news-stand boxes with simple signs that say something like
“if you have something you don’t need, leave it here.
if you see something here that you need,
take it. it’s free.”
it’s amazing to see…
“i heard someone left money in one box, and tomatoes.”
“what if we are the box?” i ask as i tuck some cleaning spray inside.
and we pray, “lord, thank you that you are our provider. thank you for using bill. i pray that those who have trouble receiving will learn to take and those who have trouble giving, will be compelled to give. in jesus name, bless this and your people. amen”
“come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.