Digging Potatoes… an unending practice.

I went to Scotland after graduating from Liberty Bible College, Pensacola.

My pal, Thom Raller, encouraged me to go beyond my shores and to invest my life in the people of Scotland. I went for a three month time period. I ended up staying for eighteen years. I had the privilege of working with Thom for more than a decade. Thom and Ruth established a great church in Inverness. https://kingsinverness.com

I flew Freddy Laker Airways with a cheap one-way ticket and $60 in my pocket.

I lived in Pensacola the temperature was 105 degrees. When I arrived at my YWAM base in Hawick, Scotland, it was 50 degrees.

I jumped off the bus, grabbed my bag, and promptly ripped the outside of my hand up the outside of my thumb on a piece of jagged metal. I thought, “Welcome to Scotland. What a way to start. Burrrr!” I still have the scar. We grew vegetables and ate a lot of carbs. The girls gained weight and the guys lost weight. I loved the sense of community we had together as a motley crew. It was exciting to travel around the nation.

Balcary House Our YWAM base in Scotland.

It rains in Scotland.

One day I went out to harvest our potatoes. It was lightly raining. I was digging into the rich black muddy soil. As I harvested the potatoes and filled my wheelbarrow I began to think about my scenario. I had graduated from Bible College earning a BTH and here I was on a cold, dark, rainy day, digging potatoes. I was covered with mud. I was shivering from the cold, and I had a couple of hours left to complete my task.

As I continued to muse on my situation I suddenly stood up and thew the wheelbarrow down scattering the potatoes all over the ground. I looked up into the rain and shouted, “God! I have a Bachelor of Theology Degree! Here I am digging potatoes in a muddy field! What are you doing?”

In an instant I heard, “I am shaking all of your head knowledge into heart knowledge.”

I was stunned! I was also fearfully humbled by His quick response.

I sheepishly picked up the wheelbarrow and all of the potatoes. I continued digging potatoes with a much different attitude.

Seems our Father is always looking at our attitude. Maybe that’s why the saying, “Attitude determines your altitude” is so true.

I remembered the words of Jesus, “The greatest would be the servant of all.” “The Son of man did not come to be served but to serve and give His life for others.”

Over the years I’ve had to revisit the digging potatoes lesson. I’ve discovered there are always digging potatoes times and seasons.

During one humbling season, I literately got into my car and yelled, “God what are you doing?” Instantly I heard, “Come and worship.” I pulled my car over and went into our worship space. I grabbed my guitar and began to worship. As I worshiped I began to see a glimpse of Jesus and His humility. He was with His Father in creation flinging galaxies into motion, yet He continually humbled himself. He became a man obeying His Father’s will …completely. His whole life on earth was a life of servant-hood and humility. From His birth in a stable, to His death upon the cross, He humbled Himself.

That day in the big room my life changed. I began to become more grateful for my humbling experiences.

What was the issue? My pride. My lack of gratitude. I now look back and wish I had a redo to have refocused differently during that season.

There are always seasons of digging potatoes.

Recently I was working for a non-profit for several months. One of my main morning jobs was to drive the gator through the parking lot cleaning up trash bags, poop-filled diapers, human waste, soggy wet clothing, COVID masks, hundreds of cigarette butts, etc. (yes I wore Nitrate gloves!)

On my first day on the gator I laughed and said. I’m digging potatoes again.

I made it my goal that day to have the best looking parking lot in Dayton.

I’ve discovered you can do anything for the Glory of God… if you humbly remember whose you are… digging potatoes.

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