Saturday, 26 February 2011

The broken planes

Today I decided to take an off day from work.

Ok, today is indeed saturday. But remember I need to work as many saturday as possible this whole 3 month (refer to my earlier post).

Anyway, today turn to be the day the Lord humbled me the most.

We went for piano lesson, both me and my son did pretty well this morning. We are equally enthusiastic to beat each other as who is going home with more songs - and this morning it was a tie! Then we head to see the Pavitts, our missionary friend in Corby. Mrs Pavitts had recently done a big surgery to remove her breast cancer (again, refer to my previous entry). Although she is still in a lot of pain and unable to use her hand, we are thankful to those who read this blog and has been faithfully praying for her. Her scan reading was clear, that means the cancer has not spread elsewhere and she does not need to do any chemo.

I probably blog about the Pavitts before. But I thought it worth mentioning who are they again. Colin Pavitt was an alcoholic before the Lord saved him and give him a new life. Years later he was called to preach and wedded Rosalind, who was he met in bible college. They had a daugther from their marriage - whom already home with the Lord in such a tender age. They had never had any children since. But the sorrow of losing their only daughter does not stop them to serve the Lord. Pastor Pavitt then had problem with his sight which doctors couldn't do anything about and he was declared partially blind a few years ago. And this year, his wife found a lump on her breast and had to go on complete mastectomy.

To cut the story short, me and my son comes to visit them today. The idea is to accompany and encourage them. Little did I know that it will work the other way around.
While I was around to accompany Rosalind, pastor Pavitt make use of the opportunity to run to town and distribute few hundred tracts. Then when he came back, he took us to KFC and treat us for dinner. Later on back to the house, he was packing some little gift he had for my son... some coloured pencil, colouring books and a few puzzles. But not satisfied with that, he run upstair and came back with 2 delicate looking model aeroplane in his hand.

I thought, he couldn't be letting Josiah play with those. That's does not look like toys, in fact it looks expensive! - let alone a toy for 4 year old rough lad. Probably he just going to show Josiah some of his collection (yes, Pastor Pavitt loves aeroplane). But to my surprise, not only he allowed Josiah to touch them, he was actually giving those to him. In my disbelief, I confronted him, "Are you sure Pastor? Sure enough my son will break those if you give it to him". But he was so sure and there is no way I can say no. He packed those things inside a box and let my jumpy little man have it.

Now my boy is lying like a log on his bed from tiredness. I had a chance to see those 2 aeroplane up close. Carefully, I stroke them with my hand to see the beautiful detailing underneath some old dust. And after a few minutes I realise, these planes was not perfect, one missing it's propeller and the other one missing it's tail light.

The thought suddenly strikes me - how this imperfect aeroplanes has reflect the condition of the giver.

The Pavitts probably is not the most fortunate people in the world - at least from my human eyes.
At 40 something, they are still living in small rented property in some dodgy estate. From the things they do and kept inside the house - I can tell clearly that they are pretty thrifty people on themselves and try to get by with as little spending as possible. Their clothes looks not colour coordinated and worn well. They only have 1 main meals a day, and they does not use much heating. Certainly not the way I would hope myself and my family to be in the next 10 years or so. And to add on that, he has lost one of his eye sight and on the way to lose the other one. And then her wife fell ill with cancer.
But yet, this kind of imperfection in their life is what makes them more beautiful than any other humanly "perfect" Christian I met.

Put it this way. I have 2 good eyes, yet I read less bible than a man with only 1 good eyes and on the way of losing the other. I have one healthy body, yet I serve the Lord less than a woman with cancer. I had a job, my husband earn well, we went to holiday around the globe, we had more than 1 property, yet our giving is easily beaten by a husband and wife who lived in rented property and having little to eat. How often we saw the "less-fortunate-than-I" person who lived more Godly life than us?

God helps us.


So now, those aeroplane with missing pieces, sitting on my boy window sill - proclaiming a great faith of a hand of imperfect man, who the Lord... has made perfect.
O Lord, how I am truly humbled.

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. - 2 Cor 12:9


CathJ said...

So touch with this post.. and what ever you said are so true.. open my eyes..

Marfa said...

God works in mysterious ways...He is amazing. It's good to hear you're enjoying the piano cute that the 2 of you are both trying to learn as many songs as you can!!!

Sis. Tammy said...

They are truly a special couple and we have counted it a privilege to know them these last 15 years. They are a blessing and encouragement. It is well and truly humbling!

Love you!

Aubrey said...

wow...your post brought me to tears...what you said is very true. I have much to be thankful for, but how little we show our thankfulness in action. Thank you for your comments...I've missed you! xo