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The King and Queen of Everything


The extended stretch of warm weather was the perfect opportunity to load my husband’s 1990 Chevy truck with an assortment of household discards and yard debris; ready to deliver it to the local dump. Which  now in today’s green terms is called the”Environmentally Conscious Recycling Center”. Stepping into Kevin’s rickety truck I gave the door a necessary forceful close, while semi bemoaning the fact our town no longer supported a yearly Bulky Waste Trash day. Expectations never failed to run high within the Jennings family, waiting for this much anticipated newsletter; generated from our little City Hall. Encouraging the neighborhood to spring clean by placing their unwanted items along their curbside. This event would happen on a scheduled Friday to be picked up Saturday morning .

During our first year in this community, it felt like I died and gone to Heaven. Continuing this sentiment for 18 years as I shopped the neighborhood carting home an assortment of items, whether it be shelves,  cans of paint, a Rubbermaid wheelbarrow’s ( I really hope they wanted to give that away! ) or the wicker chair I’m comfortably sitting on as I write. This family highlight always involved piling the boys and their friends into our van… like circus car overstuffed with clowns. Taking the neighborhood by storm rummaging through all the roadside treasures. With each collected item we found along the way , we collected memories filled with laughter and enough antics to write a book about. Come to think about it, I hope we were not the reason for the complete shutdown of this operation… I shutter to think of it!

Whether we brought the demise of the bulky waste trash day or not, knowing we no longer had a free available resource, Kevin and I counted our losses and headed to the dump.

Inside the recycle center grounds we winded our way around the landscape of twisted metal, mountains of household discards and machinery, finally arriving at our designated unloading site. Hopping out of the truck eager to help my husband unload the contents, we began lifting, raking, and sweeping as we went. As we continued to clean it suddenly donned on me I was wearing a shirt that said, “Somebody has to be queen.” What irony! It made me laugh, and quickly realize how utterly fitting this attire was to wear to the dump after all!

When we think of Jesus who had heard His disciples arguing as to who was the greatest, He sat down and summoned them saying, “So you want to be first place? then take the last place. Be the servant of all.” (Mark 9:35) Jesus is our perfect example, “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served , but to serve, and give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark10:45) These poignant truths hit home as we humbly celebrate Christ’s glorious sacrifice on Easter Sunday.

When we personally know the love of God it overflows into serving others which is ultimately serving Him… it goes hand in hand. Christ’s life so beautifully played this out in every life He touched.
So my question is this: if someone has to be the Queen or King why not us? Are we ready to be the least, the last, or like a little child? Please join me as we become “Kings and Queens of Everything” from the messes to the miracles. His kingdom of servant hood come, His will be done.

“Each of you has been blessed with one of Gods wonderful gifts to be used in the service of others. So use your gift well.” — 1 Peter 4:10, Bible

“We have all been called to be foot-washers.”   Alan Wood

“But you are not to be like that. Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who rules like the one who serves. For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I am among you as one who serves.” Luke 22:26-27








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