Rural Water - Quarter 2, 2013 - (Page 42)
Throwing My Loop…
BY MIchAel JohnSon
somEtimEs – oftEn, in fact – it seems impossible to understand
why things happen the way they do. At times, we are lost and alone
and must endure unbearable sadness. Perhaps it’s the death of a
loved one, a friend, or an animal in our lives that hits us with the
most powerful punch we’ve ever known right in the heart. Stunned
and breathless, we fall and then fall some more, and we drift down
to the bottom floor of the universe…and just sit there. Why on earth
do we have to live in a world like that? I do not know…but there is
some good news. I have a theory about all this. Never told anyone,
but I’m going to now - because as the great English theologian, C.S.
Lewis, once said, “It just seems like too much fun to resist.”
Pastor Rick Warren, of “Purpose Driven
Life” fame, once suggested that we live
our lives thinking we have “good” times,
and then we hit a stretch that’s not so
comfortable, and we call those “bad”
times. The preacher offered the
idea that a more accurate way
of describing our experience
might be that our lives are like
“tracks.” Actually, there is
always something wonderful
happening (sometimes hard to
see) and at the same time, something not so wonderful (much
easier to see). For many of us,
good and bad are always together.
Which leads to my theory…
Really it’s not a theory at all.
“Theories” may or may not be true.
This is a truth. Not said to make you
feel good. Real. I know. I’ve lived it.
Betting you have, too. Here it is…
When something awful happens –
something really awful – there is a living
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force in the universe that turns its head
and takes notice. At that moment, this
thing starts heading our way. It’s coming.
And when it gets there, it begins to make
something good come from that darkness.
Darndest thing. I’ve seen it over and over.
Oklahoma City, Twin Towers, and more.
What is that? Some claim to know.
Some say, “Well, that’s Jesus, son.” Might
be. And then again, maybe He farmed the
task out to some angel who had the day
off. No matter how much someone claims
to know, they don’t know any better than
you or me. (Methodists are rarely sure
about anything.) All I know is, whatever
it is, it’s something awfully big. And in
the middle of heartbreak, this thing comes
and helps us. Like this…
Lit tle town in the panhandle of
Oklahoma. Sweetwater, it’s called. 100
people. That’s it – 100 people. When I saw
the school in Sweetwater, I had to smile
– it was so small. Looked like a Norman
Rockwell painting. Then later, I was surprised to learn it was recently named one
of the top two schools in Oklahoma.
There was a young girl there. A child
diagnosed with leukemia and no hope.
We talked about it some. Later, I told
Superintendent Casey Reed, “The people
here are remarkable.”
“Let me tell you how remarkable,” he
said. “I went to see her a few days ago.
The doctors say it’s a matter of hours.” He
paused for a time looking away. “I asked
her if there was anything she wanted. She
said no, that everyone had been so nice.
Then I said, ‘No, I mean is there anything
you want? Anything at all?’ ”
“Well,” said the child, “actually, I’ve
never had a rose. If it’s not too much
trouble, I would like to have a rose.”
Then Mr. Reed turned to me. “I put that
word out to the 100 people in this town. A
town ravaged by drought,” he added. “The
next day, those 100 people sent the child
her rose…well, ‘roses’ actually.”
“How many?” I asked, knowing that
thing had come to this little town.
Mr. Reed smiled, and said, “460
Table of Contents for the Digital Edition of Rural Water - Quarter 2, 2013
From the President
Drought Contingency and Water Conservation Plans
The Energy Future of Rural America
A Tiny Drop of and Idea
Throwing My Loop
Index to Advertisers / Advertisers.com
From the CEO
Rural Water - Quarter 2, 2013