CALAMITY JANE
The Chilton
Baptist Builders were tired and sleepy that first night at Granger,
Pastor Ray told
the crew that seven miles up the road on the Interstate we'd find
The next morning
we tried to decide what to do first. The host church was to have the log cabin
ready for us to remodel. It was on the ground. The grounds had large holes for
water and sewage lines. In
As we talked, we
heard a racket—that’s noise in
We asked her who
the man in charge of the power was. She said she was. She said she would get it
turned on. We asked her who we needed to see about the water. She said she was
in charge of the water. Yes, you guessed it. She was in charge of the sewage,
too. She chastised us when we asked for the man
in charge. She was very much in charge.
She wore blue
jeans, a plaid shirt, and cowboy—maybe that should be cowgirl—boots. I want to be politically correct. Her demeanor and her
feeble and obedient husband caused us to give her the nickname Calamity Jane.
She constantly
flew in and around the church in that beat-up old pickup. I said flying,
because the doors would not stay closed and it looked like a bird flapping its
wings when she skidded up to the log cabin.
When we tried to
unload the water for her, she reminded us that she was not a Southern belle but
an independent Wild West woman, to which we said, “Yes, ma'am!” She was good to
keep us stocked with snacks and drinks. We were glad she did not tote pistols.
For three days SO,
an old carpenter, and I worked under the log cabin jacking it up. He had been a
slave to alcohol but had been gloriously saved and nicknamed Rabbit. Underneath
the cabin were skunk dens. Rabbit and I did not change clothes, because we had
skunk hair and skunk droppings all over us. We worked and ate alone. We did
shower and put on clean underwear each day.
On Wednesday of
our week there, Calamity Jane slid in and demanded that all the workers give
her their dirty clothes. Rabbit and I were under the church running electrical
and plumbing lines.
Rabbit said, “Be
quiet and be still.”
Our guys tried to
tell Calamity that it was okay; she did not have to launder our clothes, but
that was like spitting in the wind or Pecos Bill trying to rope a twister. She
demanded that we bring our dirty clothes to her. All of those wimps disappeared
and sheepishly returned with their dirty clothes. Calamity took them and then
shouted, “Where’s your underwear?”
Rabbit and I were
quiet as church skunks. Wayne, our brave spokesman and electrician, tried to
convince her that she did not need our dirty undies. This time it was reminiscent
of the standoff at the shootout at the OK corral. Calamity did not have
pistols, but those milksops disappeared and reappeared with their dirty BVDs. At
least they were man enough not to squeal on the two dirty skunks under the
church.
Calamity just
wanted to minister. She was not a
We were able to
winterize the little log cabin. Before our arrival, there had been a three-inch
gap between the window and the logs. The parishioners had been worshipping in
weather that was below freezing. We put in a new ceiling, new lighting, and
electrical plugs. It is good to do mission work. It exposes us to people who are
different.
The people of
Granger and
And on the sabbath we went out of the
city by a river side, where prayer was wont to be made; and we sat down, and
spake unto the women which resorted thither. And a certain woman named
Who is the Calamity Jane in your life?
What is the most unusual ministry that you have heard,
witnessed, or performed?
How do you respond when things do not go as planned?
Prayer: God, you never change, because You are perfect. Help me change, because I am imperfect. Thank You for life-changing events. Thank You for Calamity Janes, Bertis Rays, “Rabbits,” and porters. Thank You for the changing power of Your Resurrection.
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