Have we got a sabbath story for you.
When divine intervention packs more muscle than miracle, it just may be a gospel worth preaching.
The dance between waiting for a miracle and calling in the muscle is a real one.
Nearly everyday, we humans find ourselves in situations where we wonder, shall I PUSH FORWARD or SIT BACK?
Is this a moment to will something into existence or to slow down and allow for surrender?
Muscle vs Miracle.
Since the moment our source pond began to drain a few weeks ago, we’ve asked this question.
In fact, as a solar-powered, off-grid outpost, we ask it daily.
And all these years later, one crisis after another, the divinity that bubbles up in every solution appears to offer the same answer -
The miracle IS muscle.
Extreme effort at every stage paired with wild luck in the 11th hour has been the foundation of our salvation.
When every last idea has been exhausted, our miracles tend to look like more muscle from on high.
Last Monday at 10 PM, after shoveling steaming clay for hours with no confident signal it would hold up our pond, we shot a note to an old friend Dave Sparks @heavydsparks about our challenge.
To our surprise, 12 hrs later, a train of machines, momentum, and a healthy dose of big bearded muscle rolled in to the Grove to start DIGGING.
With a goal of patching our pond and restoring our gravity flow before this weekends concert, they fueled our somewhat weary team into one last push against the wind.
48 hrs later, with multiple helicopter runs for supplies, and a collective scheming of trial and error with the most gracious and gritty crew we’ve met, at 8 PM on Wed night, our pond was full and our pools were flowing.
Hours later, we would welcome up a retreat for a weekend of music and healing.
As if nothing happened in between.
Around here, and in most crisis, muscle tends to be the miracle.
Never forget to call it in when you need it the most.