There Is Still Garbage on the Front Steps

The blog is going to confuse most folks. While still keeping to the theme of my blog, lessons learned along the way, I am going to write this one a little differently. I am going to write an analogy – almost an allegory, but not quite. When I was young, when I had a hard time understanding something, my mom would make an analogy to something I did understand. It worked well in my childhood and still does. I think that is why God sometimes uses it to help me see things clearly.

This past week was not one of my favorites. It happens. Some days (or weeks) are better than others. When I went to bed on Friday night, I could not see the forest for the trees. I had no idea what happened, what went wrong, what I did wrong… I was just lost. So I prayed that the Lord would show me His viewpoint. Shortly afterwards I fell asleep. Saturday morning I woke up and before I was even alert enough to think, this analogy came to me:

My apartment is one of four apartments in an old duplex house. The house has two first floor apartments and two second floor apartments. Each resident has their own private entrance, but the two people (including myself) who live on the second floor have a door that opens to a flight of stairs that then leads into our apartments.

To be clear – the story I am about to share is fictional.

So once upon a time, (lol) I come home one day to find that someone put their garbage in my stairwell. Strange. Why would someone do that? But it was only a little bit of garbage and I didn’t know who did it so I clean it up and walked up to my apartment. As the days went on, each day there was more and more garbage being piled in my stairwell. So I called my landlord. He said he would look into it. Within a few hours I had a sign on my door telling folks not to dump their garbage in my stairwell. It worked for awhile, but then the garbage began to pile up again. One day, I caught a few people in the act. It was the neighbors. Two different neighbors, one two houses down and one from across the street, were dumping their garbage in my stairwell. Additionally, they were dumping garbage in the stairwell of the other second floor apartment.

So obviously I went over to talk to these neighbors. I spoke kindly and asked them to please not do that anymore. They are kind in return and agree to stop. The next day, I came home to more garbage. The garbage is piled higher and higher and I can no longer to get to my apartment.

I call my landlord. He says – use the back door and back steps. Now my building does have a back door with a back stairwell, but it’s cumbersome. Tiny, narrow, winding steps – hard to navigate especially while carrying things. But it’s a way to get to my apartment. So I use the back door and successfully enter my apartment. But don’t I still have a problem? Even though I got to my apartment, there is garbage on my steps. It doesn’t belong there.

After I complain to the landlord again, he decides to bring a team of highly skilled workers to make the back steps less cumbersome. In just over a month, the back stairs are fast and comfortable and easy to navigate. I am grateful to my landlord and his skilled team. In the ease of climbing the back steps and in my gratitude, the garbage may not be my first thought – but there is still garbage on my steps.

The problem continues. One day, I come home to find the tenant from the other second floor apartment, cleaning his stairwell and throwing some of that garbage on to the pile in my stairwell. I spoke very sternly to him and said “I will not tolerate you throwing your garbage on my stairwell”. He snaps back. Shortly after that, my phone rings and it’s the landlord. He tells me I was too abrasive with my fellow tenant and I should be empathetic because every single day the man spends the first two hours of his evening cleaning his stairwell from all the garbage being piled there. Really? I told my landlord that the man has a choice. He chooses to spend 2 hours cleaning the stairwell rather than taking the back steps. The landlord replies, that it is his business. At this point, I am thoroughly confused. It is the man’s choice to clean the stairwell or use the back steps, but it becomes my business the moment he puts garbage in my stairwell.

So the landlord decides to make some changes. Instead of the easier to navigate back steps, the landlord decides to build me my own personal elevator. This elevator will operate at lightning speed. It will be heated in the winter and air conditioned in the summer. I will even have my own elevator operator that will help me carry my bags from the car to my door. That is wonderful. So kind of my landlord to do all that for me. See, even when we disagree, I do believe my landlord is a kind and caring individual that truly wants the best for his tenants.

But have we lost sight of something…. THERE IS STILL GARBAGE ON THE FRONT STEPS!!! By now the garbage is piled so high and bugs, animals and rodents have come. I am enjoying all the comforts of my new elevator and doorman – and man, I truly love them. But even while I sleep, I can hear the rodents scampering on the garbage on the steps.

This ends my fictitious story and the analogy God gave me on Saturday morning.
But the purpose was not for wild storytelling. This blog is about lessons learned. So I ask the Lord to show me through this analogy where I have done wrong, where others have done wrong, and what to do about it (and what not to do).

So let’s analyze this. What did I do wrong? How many of you were thinking way before I ended the story “why didn’t you call the police?”. Where I went wrong was I kept calling the landlord. The landlord did everything in his power to make my life easier, but he could not stop the neighbors because they are not his tenants. The police may be able to stop the neighbors from dumping garbage. But I am not sure, I am new to this area of town and I do not personally know how the police operate. I grew up in a town where the police were useless. My mentee lives in a town where the police are useless. So what does one do when police can’t make a wrong right? The next step is the magistrate. (I hear folks saying “duh”) Now the magistrate is not easy. It’s more than a phone call. It costs something. It costs time and money and stress and even possibly unwanted grief and publicity.

So what would you do? Would you pay the cost of the magistrate to eradicate the wrongdoing? Unfortunately, I know what many people would do. They would move.
And I truly believe it is that mentally that grieves the heart of God.

Because see, the reality is… if I move – wrong wins. If I move, I wave a while flag and run from the problem instead of fixing the problem. I may give up my elevator and doorman to live in a garbage free area, but the truth is – whether I am there or not – THERE IS STILL GARBAGE ON THE FRONT STEPS! And while that garbage may no longer affect me, it still affects others. And the stench has gone beyond the stairwell and is now overflowing into the street. The residents just say “it is what it is” and they adapt and live with the stench. Good either flees or becomes complacent and lives with it – and wrong wins.

I have seen this time and time again in many different ways. When I was a teenager, my mom had a stroke – her second one actually. While she was in the hospital, the nurses treated her poorly and did not properly attend to her. My dad kept trying to reason with them and ask them to do what my mom needed done, and each time they were nice and polite and promised to do their jobs – but they never did. One day I nearly flipped out – I started to leave the room to go speak abrasively to these nurses because obviously kindness didn’t work. My dad stopped me. He told me that if I flipped on them, they would treat my mom even worse when we weren’t there. He may have been right. So I did nothing. But once my mom was moved into rehab in another section of the hospital, my dad did nothing about those nurses – because it no longer affected his wife. Because my dad did nothing, how many other patients were mistreated? My dad was only concerned with his family but… THERE WAS STILL GARBAGE ON THE FRONT STEPS. And others suffered because my dad didn’t fight. Wrong won. Right lost.

My mentee lives in “bad” part of Pittsburgh. High crime rate – shootings almost every day. But it wasn’t always like that. It began as a good community. But when bad stuff first began to occur, the good got scared or fed up and left for greener pastures. Wrong won, Right lost. Today, when I hear people talk about that community or similar places and I hear them say “I am scared to go there”. My response is “well, what are doing about it?”. They usually look at me like I am nuts and say “well I just don’t go there”. Whether or not I speak my response my answer is the same – “then you are part of the problem”. By avoiding that area, you are saying that as long as it doesn’t affect you, then you don’t need to worry about it. You are actually handing the enemy a victory. He got the territory. He won. We have all heard that quote from Edmund Burke: “the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” That statement hold true no matter the severity of the wrong. From human atrocities like the Holocaust, to everyday occurrences like bullying on the schoolyard, wrong will win unless right stops it.

Lastly, but most importantly, I need to emphasize the importance of prayer. Now, I don’t mean it in the cop out way. Some folks will go the route of saying that we should just pray that God will deal with the garbage on the steps. Ultimately, He will. When we hear the sound of the trumpet, God will make all things right. But in the meantime, He has told us that we are His hands and feet. Where prayer is absolutely crucial is in that we need His guidance, wisdom, and protection. If I had been in better communication with Him last week, I might have heard him nudge me and say “the landlord can’t help – call the police.” Or He might have said “do nothing right now, wait until I say so and then take these steps.” If I would have talked to Him more often, He probably would have given me peace. Not a peace that says “the garbage is okay”, but a peace that would keep me calm while seeking wisdom on how to fight the garbage. But I know what God would not have told me. He would not tell me to accept the garbage and He would not tell me to move and make the garbage someone else’s problem.

So as a new week begins, I am calm. I am not angry or stressed – not even at the neighbors who keep throwing garbage on my stairs. I am not angry, but I also refuse to accept it. It is my goal to stay in close communication with the Lord. My prayer is that I see things through His eyes, ask Him for wisdom and direction, and try to live like Jesus would – knowing that Jesus is the Lion and the Lamb, so I must know when to baaaa and when to roar. 