Steve and the Deck
I first met Steve when I was unloading my U-Haul to move into our home and he came over and volunteered to help. During the first year, I prayed a lot about Steve and his wife Jen. I knew they had some church background, but it was obvious they had put in their time and were enjoying a break. Steve would invite me to play poker with his friends, and we would invite them and their friends to our community gatherings, parties, and spontaneous dinners. One day Steve asked me to help him build a deck on the back of his house. What Steve didn't tell me was that this deck was going to be big enough to land a Huey helicopter on. One day, while Steve was at work, I went over to his backyard and began driving screws into the deck by myself. As I was bent over, being faithful, I felt a warm sensation on the back of my leg. It wasn't the warmth of the Holy Spirit descending on me. It was Ruger, their ninety-pound black Lab, marking his territory. A month before the deck project I had been in Scotland being a really successful minister. Now I was getting peed on, pondering why I had spent three weeks helping a friend build a deck. The only answer was that God had put this before me to do. Not long after, I got to baptize Steve's sister, who had also found faith and home with Adullam. If I had judged my successfulness at month twelve or month twenty-four, I would have quit.
