Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Entertaining Angels (Unaware)

Neighbor's door in Los Angeles. (Anything goes!) Whatever the season, let us live with hearts and doors opened wide.

There are many Big Stories to be told, but I am not quite up to it yet. (Let’s let them marinate for now.)

Instead, I may shoot out a few vignettes every now and then.

Like this one, written a while back…

It was a complicated day, as they often are in a big city.

Several adults camping out in a small (kinda "ghetto-y," by Southern sensibilities) one-bedroom apartment in LA is not a pretty picture. Stuff piled everywhere. Hard to clean, even if you had the energy to attempt it.

Things are not exactly cookie-cutter cute in my relatively affordable (for LA) accommodations. When friends from Georgia came out in January, one said, “Oh, this reminds me of Seinfeld!” while walking down the stained blue-carpeted hallway to my door. (Actually, Seinfeld’s hallway looked like the Ritz compared to this one.)

Still, I’d hoped to have (at least the bathroom!) professionally cleaned before my husband returned to LA that night for Amie’s most recent jaw surgery.

As they say, it’s hard to find good help. Over the years, I’ve tried several different individuals and cleaning companies in LA, but nothing’s ever been a perfect fit. So I signed up for a new and popular service, hoping for the best.

(Now switching to present tense, for some reason…)

The morning of the appointment, I receive an email from the company. (“Your service provider can’t come. We will try to find a replacement.”) Back and forth, back and forth. Finally I am informed that they have found a replacement.

An hour and a half after the promised Cleaning Genius is to supposed to arrive… just as I’ve given up and started writing a negative review on Yelp… I’m startled by a loud buzz on the intercom.

A young, very tall, very dark, very serious young man is getting off the elevator as I run to meet whomever the company has sent. He is without a single cleaning implement. No vacuum cleaner, no mop, no broom. Nothing. He introduces himself as M.

I ask if he has anything to clean with. He tells me that he is sharing a vacuum cleaner with a friend, but the friend will bring it by to him after he gets started. He goes back out to his car to get the other supplies.

I send him out on the tiny patio to sweep, as Amie is not feeling well and moving slowly. After her shower and meds, she says hello to M. and gives him too much information about her accident in explanation as to why she is missing teeth, limping, etc. (Although, of course, he did not ask.)

At this point, Amie’s friend Mark arrives and immediately gets to work on his computer, trying to finish a project before their day trip to Orange County.

Secretly giddy about the prospect of a little alone time away from my favorite adult-child roommate, I discourage Amie’s idea of going out to eat for lunch. Mark wants to keep working until the last minute. He asks if I have anything they can eat at the apartment to save time.

Although the cupboard's pretty bare, I dig out whatever I can find in the frig. A little sandwich stuff and some leftover 4-day-old Shepherd’s Pie I wanted to get rid of. Not even real Shepherd’s Pie, the healthier fake version with cauliflower instead of mashed potatoes.

While we eat, M. is in the bathroom, on hands and knees, cleaning the floor. When he comes back into the living-cooking-dining room, we’re just finishing up. I feel a little rude.

“Would you like something to eat?” my mother’s daughter asks, expecting him to decline because of his tight schedule and late start for the day.

“Yes, please.

“Sandwich or shepherd’s pie?”

“Shepherd’s pie, please.”

I dish out the left-overs and start to rush around again, but feel bad about him sitting alone at the folding bamboo table that serves as our dining table in exile.

I sit down across from him, and make perfunctory conversation.

“Where are you from?”


I make a few pleasantries about Africa in general.

The serious expression turns into a full-blown smile.

“Have you been to Africa?”

“No, but my husband has been to South Africa. He’s always said that I would love it.  Maybe one day.”

He tells me Uganda is fairly safe for tourists.

I ask a little about his life… how long has he been here… how does he like America…

He cleans his plate. I ask if he would like some more, and he smiles, “Yes, please.”

At the end, as he stands up, he says, “This is the best meal I have ever had in America.”

I am taken aback. Almost wounded by his words.

He starts back to work, but the vacuum cleaner never arrives.

When he has done all he can do, he tells me, “I must go to my next job, but I will be back. Please don’t report this to the company. This will be on my own time.”

At 5 or 6 that night, he shows up and starts vacuuming quickly.

I am ready to put on my nightie and get off my tired feet, but I sit on the sofa and mess around on my computer until he’s done.

As he’s leaving, I slip him a ten.

“Thank you, missus. This is the most beautiful home I have ever seen in America. You are the most kind person I have met here. Thank you for your kindness.”

I just stare at him with my mouth slightly open until he concludes with, “I will be praying for your daughter.”

I am a woman whose life is wracked by sin and failure.

But at that moment, I realized that I was the hands of Jesus to that young man.

And he was Jesus to me.


Perspective is everything.

Katherine and Jay have taught this with their lives.

There is always someone better off than you are.

There is always someone much worse off than you are.

I ran across these words on Ann Voskamp’s blog:

Perspective is a giver. Comparison takes.

Perspective is generous. Comparison pares down the loveliness of your life until it appears a thin shred of its former glory.

Perspective carries us through life laughing. Comparison evokes cursing and frowns and grumbling.

(Kate Merrick)

My encounter with M. reminded me:

Our little is someone else’s much.

Let us remember to share the little we have until it multiplies blessing like loaves and fishes.

In the end, it always come back...

with interest.

"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." Hebrews 13:2

*Was it a coincidence that the left-overs just happened to be Shepherd's Pie?


Anonymous said...

Thankyou for writing!I love reading your blog.

The Retarded Mother said...

Oh my goodness, this has so deeply touched me. I am not sure why this resonates so fully, but I have a visceral feeling of "thank you" for this sharing. I needed to read this---hear this...KNOW this on this very day.
Thank you, Kim, for noticing the sacred and often not-visible nuances of life----the extraordinary blended in and camouflaged by what seems so ordinary.
You have shared a miracle with me---with us. A miracle of awakening. This is an encounter with the Resurrection. Bathrooms, leftovers, maneuvering around family----all so ordinary---you welcomed the guest. And he welcomed you.
Oh wow. Thank you. Marianne

Unknown said...

Kim, Beautiful words!!! You, need to write your own story!!! I am Amazed! Love to all! I love and miss each of your so very much!

Anonymous said...

Kim, you write truths so beautifully. I enjoy reading everything you write!
Valerie Franklin

Abby said...

Thank you! Beautiful

Anonymous said...

I know I just posted on here but I feel the need to let you know how much of an encouragement your blog is as well as Katherine's blog. I probably will never meet you or your family in person on this earth and that's ok (I live in Canada) but once we are all in heaven together I can not wait to give you a great big hug and get to talk with you all in person. May the Lord continue to bless your family and give you many more glimpses of His good plan for you. Thankyou for being willing to be so honest and real and share even the imperfect and messy parts of your life. I continue to pray the Lord would encourage, strengthen and give you hope as your daughter, Amie continues to heal. You are a beautiful family inside and out.�� Brandi

Anonymous said...

Ps. Those question marks were supposed to be a happy face emoji but I guess emoji's don't work on here so I'll do an old school one. :-) ~Brandi

Kim said...

Thank you all for these words of encouragement! I get discouraged so often, and am sometimes shocked when God breaks through the messiness of life with a beam of light. As Marianne so beautifully put it, "-the extraordinary blended in and camouflaged by what seems so ordinary." Thank you for entering in to my little story. Your words mean a lot to me.


Anonymous said...

I have followed Katherine's story since I was linked to it through my church's prayer chain here in Colorado back in 2008. This story about the young man touched my heart and was exactly what I needed to read. After a few very tough years of loss I struggle greatly with "perspective" versus "comparison". Thank you for sharing your thoughts and know that God uses your words to touch many people you will probably never meet.

Ellen Jones said...

This is beautiful! It has been far too long since I have visited your blog. I am so glad I visited tonight.

Ellen Jones

Kim said...

Thank you, Ellen!

It's been too long since I've visited it, too. The Photobucket takeover was a nightmare.

Thanks for the encouragement!

oby dupree said...

I love all of your blogs. In simple terms, you’re so real!
I’m so proud of you and am always pulling for you!
I love you!