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KAIROS EASTHAM 12

From a servants perspective

 

I never know how my LORD Jesus will use me when I do a Kairos , but each time I do one, he shows and teaches me something new. Thank you Jesus, for sharing your love to others through me. And teaching me. How I am truly awed by your beauty, grace, mercy, forgiveness, love and salvation!

This time I was asked to be “head servant,” I didn’t like the title. “Servant” was alright, but I really didn’t want to say I was “head servant .” So, during the Kairos I used the name “servant”. I was ok with that. Some still titled me “head servant”, but inside I referred to myself as “servant”. I really felt no better than my brothers in white. When Bob asked me to do this I really didn’t want to do it. I did respond to him saying I would pray on this, and our Lord wasted no time convicting me and telling me, “You need to do this.” I obeyed. He also told me I would do this with a glad and joyous heart. I can tell you I went in to do this with just that! Satin from the beginning tried his best to stop us many times, but God had other plans.

The “servants” (Stewards) consisted of 15 , showed true heart in relentless dedication, love, endurance, giving with a real heart for serving Unselfishly . From the start everyone gave totally for others with their whole heart , even if others in white showed no love or kindness to them. They continued to give with smiles and kindness. They worked and setup before we even arrived at the prison and continued to work with little rest.

I tried my best to help where I could, but they told me every time I tried to do anything to help them that it made them look bad. This was really hard for me not to do something because I wanted also to be part of what they were doing. It wasn’t until I was told I was taking their blessing away that I could reset not to help. But it was very hard; I fought this all weekend. But when I remembered this was their blessing, I would sit down. I was more in the way then anything else.

The stewards sacrificed more than I ever knew. They cleaned , swept , prayed for others in white, team members, the Chaplin, and continually made coffee , tea, lemonade and served fruit. They were always happy and only wanted to give with a giving heart.

On Saturday noon, the lunch meal came in. I was excited to be a part of helping. I was able to hand the paper plates and one of the servants would place the most beautiful brisket I ever saw on it. It was smoked very lean, little or no fat , juicy! The smell was overwhelming. All the servants worked to get the food to the team and participants as they wouldn’t eat until all were served.

The anticipation of getting to sit down and eat was on everyone’s mind. It looked as if we had plenty. Then as we got down to the last of it, I placed the last tub of potato salad aside for the stewards to have afterwards. We got to the last pan of meat and it looked as if we would have plenty to eat, at which time one of the stewards came in and said there asking for more brisket.

I will never forget this for my entire life the unselfish act I witnessed. There were several gathered round. You could see for a minute there was a decision to make (Do we put some away for us, or do we give it to the participants?) It didn’t take long. They said nothing. They just acted; taking the entire pan with what was left and walked out serving their brothers in white along with the last of the potato salad. As I witnessed this beautiful act of giving, the Holy Spirit came to me. I broke down and cried. Several came to comfort me but that only made me cry more. They were happy tears not sad tears. I felt so unworthy to serve with these men. I knew right then that the LORD and the angels were celebrating in heaven and God wanted me to witness this.

These soldiers for God never stopped giving the entire weekend. I was truly blessed and still feel the joy the LORD placed in my heart by using these Godly men. Thank you Lord, for choosing me. There were also many more wonderful stories and miracles that happened at Eastham during the weekend this is only one.

T. Barnes