Remember this?
Or this?
Or this?
WWJD was huge in the 90s. It served as reminder for us to always let our actions demonstrate the love of Jesus. Once in a while, when I find myself in a situation that I’m not quite sure how to handle, I ask myself WWJD. It usually makes the outcome a whole lot nicer then it would have been otherwise.
So, here’s my new predicament. 7 weeks ago we adopted some chickens. They eat a lot, poop a lot, and provide us with one of our staples. The first several weeks we would get 2 or 3 eggs a day. One of our little ladies hasn’t quite reached the age of maturity that allows her to birth an egg daily. So, we went from getting 2 or 3 daily to 1 every 3 days to none.. It was a little strange to me, but I have read up that chickens have cycles just like women and I attributed the lack of eggs to that. Until…I was making dinner one night and looked outside to see our neighbor boys poking around our chicken coop. I sat out to do a little detective work. I didn’t want to believe it, so I sat a trap. I checked for eggs right before we left home for Kidzpoint and saw that there was an egg. When we returned it was gone. I did it again, a different day. Same result. The only neighbors that live close to us are these two little boys and their family. They are poor. Not like, “Aww, that’s sad, let’s buy them some tennis shoes.” Nope. Seriously poor, where they come over and ask for water because they are thirsty.
It’s not that I don’t want to share my eggs, but they are stealing them. If they will steal eggs what else will they steal? I want to have that “mommy talk” with them about stealing and how wrong it is, but I believe their mom is telling them to come see what they can get. They have flat-out let us know they are not believers and the last thing I want to do is put a wall up over some silly eggs. Jennifer (the mom) brought us over 3 ears of corn a couple of nights ago and when I returned the bowl to her the next day it was full of eggs. I told her we wanted to share them with her and that I was sorry we didn’t have more to share, but someone had been stealing them from us. She immediately blamed the animals at night, which I might buy that excuse, except that it’s completely enclosed and I’m not sure an animal could get to them. Nevertheless, we did the “Tico kiss” and my eggs have stayed put ever since. I know eggs are a special treat, especially to the poor (it costs around $5 for a dozen and 1/4 of eggs), so I feel kinda guilty about it. However, I don’t want the boys to grow up thinking stealing is alright.
I’m hoping this is what Jesus would do. I just want to love like Christ. Besides, my chicken fried steak butt will thank me for eating a little less.
Please pray for these sweet boys and their parents. We spend hours with them a day and I know, with Christ’s help, we can have a positive impact in their lives.
Little Carlos
Sweet Nawel
