Finding God

I have been working on a semester-long project, providing business consulting for a local non-profit organization called The Carriage House in Boulder, Colorado. I have been a weekly volunteer for The Carriage House since July of last year, so it has been exciting to have such a great opportunity to help this wonderful group of people. I have had the opportunity to hear many different peoples' stories and help others along the way. I created this video to increase awareness of The Carriage House. The Carriage House from Benten Woodring on Vimeo .

It’s time to get dirty. Roll up your sleeves, pick up a shovel, and dig in. If you claim to be a follower of Christ, you better be living out your faith – on a daily basis. So many proclaimed “Christians” live out their entire lives without significantly impacting the lives of those around them. We were not called to live comfortably or casually. We are all called to very specific purposes, ones in which we are to fall in love with our Savior, ultimately compelling us to share the Love that He has so graciously given us to those around us. But how many of us actually do that? Don’t you realize what He has done for us? Don’t you claim to follow Jesus? He died for us. He gave up His very life to save our broken souls from what we deserved – an eternity separated from any semblance of hope. If you have grown up in America, you know full well the promises that this country so proudly offers – “The American Dream”. If you work hard, you will ultimately become wealthy and/or ...

“Do you believe in God?” I was in the process of cleaning a few dirty porcelain-white dishes in a tiny three-compartment stainless-steel sink. “What?” I said. “Do you believe in God?” “Yeah,” I said as I nodded my head, up to my elbows in soapy water. “He’s sure got a sense of humor, don’t He?” I feigned a quick chuckle as Master Chef pointed to his fairly average-looking bearded face. He had just explained that he was essentially allergic to everything, even the drug doctors often give to patients who are having an allergic reaction. Bummer, I thought. He wasn’t a bad looking guy though; I’m not sure why he thought he was so unattractive. It bothered me that he disliked himself so much. He had been going on for a few minutes, listing all the foods he was allergic to. He had turned down a hot dish we had prepared that had pork in it. I offered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but he couldn’t have that either. Sorry, I said. We call him Master Chef at Norlin, the l...