Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Resurrection (or “Leo, Beck, Buck, and The Man”)


Well my dear ones,



I think I’ll start this story at the end,

and then work backwards,

which will hopefully make some sense

when we get back to the beginning.


A few days ago, I was walking across the parking

lot of our local home improvement center

when I saw a young man running back and forth

helping people load and secure their purchases.


Thing is, their twine roll had a broken cutter,

so each time he needed to cut some cord

to secure some lumber, he had to get another

employee to cut it for him.


The young man, Beck, as he later told me,

disappeared somewhere in the store,

yet on my way out I saw him and called him over.


I told him I liked his style,

as I could see that he went out of his way

to help people, even more than his job required.

I said that I knew he couldn’t accept tips,

but God had put it on me to give him a gift.

Then I handed him the Buck knife I was wearing,

and told him, “This was a gift to me, and now

it’s a gift to you; use it to help others.”


Fortunately, I had a warranty card in my wallet

so I was able to give him a copy of the

Forever Warranty...


(which I had previously blogged about here: go along with his new-to-him hardware.



Beck was touched, and wished me a blessed day.

As I walked away, I thought about how Jesus

had a great point: it really is more blessed

to give than to receive (and it’s fun, too!).



And that got me to thinking about

the Resurrection, which called to mind

another type of resurrection,

that of the saddest looking piece

I’ve ever come across.


I bought this thing on eBay,

thinking it didn’t look too bad;

but in real life,

I could see that the internet pic

didn’t come close to reflecting

just how awful this thing was:





That’s pretty much the sorriest knife

I ever bought in my life.

What I thought was just a broken tip

turned out to be a knife

with lots of vertical play,

even more side-to-side play,

a non-locking lock,

and scales (side panels) that pretty much

looked like really course sand paper.

In short, it was a real piece of junk.


I put in a call to Customer Service at

Buck Knives, and talked to Chad;

I told him my tale of woe,

and asked if this thing could be repaired,

since, in its current state, it was useless.


The one thing I asked was that,

rather than replace it,

I would prefer to see this thing restored

using as much original parts as possible.


A month after shipping it out,

this is what I got back:








Amazingly, these are all the original parts!

The bolsters (ends) shine like mirrors,

the scales are gorgeous,

and the re-pointed blade is sharp as a razor.




Well, for a company that looks to God

(which is rare in this day and age),

and prints John 3:16

on the back of their warranty,

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised

that they didn’t just repair my knife,

they resurrected it!  =D


They made something perfect

out of something beyond flawed.


They took the broken,

and made it into the beautiful.


That really resonates with me,

because it reminds me that,

no matter what we’ve done wrong,

God can do an extreme make-over on us,

can restore us,

no matter how bad off we think we are.


Fortunately, this knife arrived just in time

for the coming-of-age ceremony

that my friend was having for his son, Leo.


Hence, the Resurrection knife

(as I like to call it)

got passed on to Leo

in order to help remind him that

as he grows into manhood,

no matter what line of work he chooses,

and even if he winds up a company

that doesn’t set the bar as high as Buck Knives,

there is no reason why he, personally,

cannot choose to set a high biblical standard

like Mr. Chuck Buck,

and stand up for God in his work life

as much as in his personal life.


For the one who does that,

God has many blessings in store.


As ‘The Man’ said,


"I have come that they may have life,

and that they may have it more abundantly."


                              --- Jesus




As for me, just to have the Resurrection knife

pass through my hands was a blessing.

It was a reminder that the Resurrection

is the Centerpoint of human history,

the time when the Author of the universe

set aside the law of death,

and brought forth life,

showed us a precursor of how things might be,

by showering us with hope.


No matter what has happened to us,

or what we may have suffered through,

we are never more than

one touch of the Master’s hand away

from living the abundant life

of which Jesus spoke.


May God bless you with it!



Have a great week. =)


grace, peace, and love to you,




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