As the sun beats down on this hot November day in Manila, I look upon the mound of dirt that stands before me, and all I can think is with only 12 shovels, some five gallon buckets, and two trucks to work with how exactly do they expect us to move all this dirt?
Yet as I fill another bucket, and pass it along to the runner who empties the five gallon bucket in the truck and passes back to me only to fill it once again, it suddenly hits me. That alone this mound of dirt is overwhelming, but as we work together progress is being made even by the hour. In a way I see this mound of a dirt as a metaphor for our lives, the baggage, the dark past, and the dirt of our lives, was never something we were suppose to remove alone.
Coming together in a community of family and friends, if we let them can be a way to help lighten that load. While ultimately God working in our lives, digging deep into our souls, and taking away the lies that have been spoken over us, the pain that we think we can never get over, and the past that always seems to come back to haunt us. He can and will remove that dirt from our lives. Sometimes that may be a process, in essence one shovel full at a time, but that doesn't mean that it is impossible.
However we must be willing to let him come along and remove it, by letting go of the things that keep piling more dirt onto our lives, because until we truly let go of it, we will simply keep digging into an endless cycle. With each mound God removes, if we let the lies and fear become mountains that seem impassable again, then it may be that with every step we take to rid ourselves of dirt, we follow up by letting more lies, shame, or guilt build up, and if we do In the end no matter how much we try, we will end up back in the exact same place.
