I wondered if the man had been left paralyzed after a tragic accident at work, or if he had been born that way, and now his limbs were contorted from decades of muscles in atrophy. In the end, I decided that it didn’t matter; it’s always hard to be carried.
Greg said we all have some sickness and disease that can leave us helpless and if we want to be healed we have to let others help. I confessed that that was hard for me, because the disease I struggle with is individualism. “I haven’t always been like that,” I told him, “but somewhere along the way some wires inside me got crossed and I learned the best way to not be abused was to avoid.” I’m certainly not alone in that.

My favorite part was after the trencher, once it’s loud, vibrating blade finished digging through the earth, and we began to lay the pipes. After the trencher, the world was silent. Even when we were working in a yard like the one that day, near the overpass, things seemed quiet.
This was our third sprinkler installation. Nathan and I worked together at the church I started a year-and-a-half earlier. I hired him to lead the band. Kind of hired him- we paid him $500 a month, when we could. In that …