Beer Cans At The Back Door

Good morning…

In this season of social distancing, Uber Eats delivers. The local pizza place delivers. I too have made my second delivery.

My delivery is a bit unusual. Do you remember my good friend’s daughter Audrey, who has battled cancer and now raises funds for cancer research? Audrey’s goal is “to make cancer treatment shorter and less painful for all children everywhere.” (See One Dynamic Daughter to visit Audrey’s story.) Well, one day Audrey told me that beer cans make the best Audrey’s Angels because they are wildly colorful and creative with their images. Since then I have rinsed, saved, and stockpiled for Audrey our family’s beer cans.

Now, having five of six of our family members of legal drinking age and having all six of us sequestered under one roof for over three weeks, I watch colorful, creative beer cans piling up day by day. I made one delivery to Audrey last week, another one yesterday, and both times I heard a silly sentence roll from my fingertips onto my cell phone as I sat in the DeShetler’s driveway.

“Audrey’s beer cans are at your back door,” the weird words made me chuckle.

Mind you, Audrey is fourteen years old now, having battled childhood cancer since she was five and a half, so beer is not her beverage of choice. But after Thursday night’s final homemade Stromboli gathering on our back porch for less than ten people (us six and a boyfriend and a girlfriend) before Georgia’s “shelter in place” edict went into effect Friday at 6:00 pm, we had a bunch of beer cans for Audrey. I wanted to deliver them so she could transform them into Audrey’s Angels during the extra hours she has hemmed in at home, with school officially canceled for the rest of the year.

Yesterday was delivery day number two since I am not sure delivering beer cans to Audrey’s back door would be considered “essential business.”

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago (Ephesians 2:10, NLT). Even beer cans at the back door have become part of God’s mysterious mosaic!

…Sue…