Five short years ago I had the honor of baptizing my daughter Maddie.
I remember standing at the front of our church asking our congregation to pray for Maddie and her peers,
“These kids aren’t going to hide in the corners. They’re gonna make an impact in their schools and their community.”
I really had no idea what that meant at the time, but I’m learning.
Maybe Maddie’s biggest impact has been on her dad, and she’s already making a difference that reaches far beyond her school and community.
While attending Maddie’s recent high school soccer game, I noticed our goalkeeper leaving the field after a flurry of activity near the goal (I assumed she took a ball to the face and had to exit the game because of the presence of blood).
I looked up to see one of Maddie’s good friends putting on the keeper jersey and gloves, and sprint enthusiastically onto the field.
If you happened to be the opponent or simply didn’t know better, you’d think this was her normal position.(it isn’t)
She took to the goal like she owned it.
A smile spread across my face because this was one of “my own kids”, one that I’d coached for three years of middle school basketball and been around the sidelines for many of her youth travel soccer games.
I turned to another parent who also knew her spirit well,
“That’s what I love about Mandy. She has absolutely no idea what she CAN’T do.”
As adults, we have full awareness of what we can’t do. We revolve our days and our lives around what we can’t do or what we think can’t happen.
I have faith….or claim to.
I believe in the truths of the Bible. I believe in God’s promises for this life and for eternity. I believe in the resurrection of Jesus with all my heart and mind…..but still.
I think I know everything. I live by sight. I analyze everything and put too much trust in the mind that I was given.
If logic says it can’t be done, then I most likely won’t take the first step toward doing it.
Maddie returned from a Christ In Youth conference this summer with a determination to become involved with a Christian missionary organization called 1Mission.
1Mission assists severely impoverished families in Latin American countries in building safe homes, and in return, asks that those receiving new homes do service projects in their own communities.
$4000 to put a family in safe housing. Maddie set up her own campaign on their website and was assigned a family.
An ambitious amount for a 15 year-old girl without income. (Gee Maddie, that’s a lot of money…..I thought it but didn’t say it out loud).
But she was determined to make a change. And she had faith.
Her main fundraising idea was an arts and crafts auction.
She announced at our church and on social media her desire to collect at least 100 pieces of donated art for a silent auction at our church’s life center building. (Gee Maddie, 100 donated pieces, that’s a lot, I don’t see you getting that many…….again, I was silent).
As the auction date approached, donations trickled in, one by one at our home, our church, and at my family business. But still, she seemed to have no more than fifty pieces.
The final day leading up to the auction saw a wave of last minute donations.
The scope of her dream was beginning to take shape Friday night as we set up the gym for Saturday’s activities. Volunteers showed up to help Maddie decorate and set up tables to display the donated items.
Not only was it clear that she had well over 100 items, it was clear that there were pieces donated that were of great sentimental value to those who gave. There was something special in the air for sure.
Moments before the scheduled start time, I surveyed the gym with a sense of joy at Maddie’s faith and the display of God’s love by His people.
But my own doubts crept in again.
After all her hard work, her great faith and desire to make a difference:
What if nobody shows up?
The events of the night went well. Maddie was within $1000 of her $4000 goal at the close of the night.
I awoke early this morning, rested and with a bit more clarity in my mind.
And I had an unwelcomed visitor……a burden, that feeling of a need to speak during church…..about raising a generation of true followers of Christ who live by faith…..and adults living with doubts, living by sight.
I cried like a baby on my way to church by myself for a prayer meeting.
I’d been through a 70+ hour work week and battled severe exhaustion along with that poisonous mentality of “nobody better ask me to help with their stuff because I surely can’t even take care of my own.”
And during that drive there was this sudden sense of “when you’re at the end of your rope, God shows up in amazing ways.”
I realized that God’s way of lifting me back up was simply in the pleasure of witnessing Maddie’s faith and the chain reaction of love and kindness that it sparked (and it hit me sorta hard).
When you absolutely can’t take any more…….drop what you’re doing and do something for somebody else.
But that’s not the end of the story.
Our preacher’s sermon today was on David and Goliath.
From beginning to end of Maddie’s vision to build a home for a family, she only saw God.
Each time I doubted ($4,000 is too much, 100 is too many, “what if nobody comes”) I saw Goliath.
She knows how big her God is.
She had faith and her faith grew.
Because of her faith, my faith grew.
She gave me the boldness to speak up in church this morning, and perhaps God helped me find the words.
After church dismissed, our amazing church family picked up the remaining items and the final $1,000 was raised.
God is good.
One more family will have safe housing conditions. We know that for sure.
And faith grew. What will happen from this??
I don’t know……as much as I thought I did.
But I know now that if I stop looking at Goliath, I will be reminded that the only thing that matters is how big God is.