Chandler taught me a lesson the other night. Now, if I could just learn it. The lesson is quite simple: I need to do a little less thinking about things and a lot more doing. And I need to trust the gifts of those around me and not have to do everything my way.
We’re talking about a repair job on a broken bed in our guest room. I was very much against the timing on this project my wife suggested, given the late hour and how long I was guessing it would take to fix it. I had an idea, but we wouldn’t really know until we could get the mattresses off and truly assess the situation. It was after eleven, and I wanted to go to bed, but Marti looked at me with that this-is-a-chance-to-do-something-with-your-son look, and I didn’t have a choice. He was already marching off to the bedroom and I followed, starting to calculate in my mind how long it was going to take to complete this project. I already had it spilling over into the next day.
With the mattresses off, my suspicions were confirmed. One piece would have to be glued and clamped and that wouldn’t be ready until the morning. Well at least we could be done with it for the night. I love the nothing-more-you-can-do-now solutions because they allow you to walk away and put off the completion of a project indefinitely. Marti hates that about me; she wants things completed on the spot. Chandler’s like that too, and that’s probably why Marti was happy he was joining me.
The point is: while I was off gathering equipment for my two-day solution, Chandler was busy solving the problem. He did so by seeing it in a whole different light. I’m standing there hemming and hawing about how to do it and Chandler is merely getting it done. He put the board at a different angle, got a couple of longer screws and it worked fine. I objected at first because it wasn’t a conventional fix, but I had to admit that it would probably do the same job, and besides, he had gone ahead without me and was almost done. Chandler’s dyslexia can actually often be an advantage. You see things differently. Many believe Einstein was dyslexic. At any rate, while I was generally contemplating how we were going to solve the problem, Chandler was solving it. He was done before I could even come up with a plan.
So now the bed is fixed, Marti is happy, I can go to bed, and I’m trying to follow Chandler’s example about thinking less and acting more. Learning to appreciate and trust the gifts of others is a big part of living in the body of Christ.