Silver-haired
Noah Pierson knocked at the front door of Samson Tiffin's house. A
lady answered the door with some caution. Noah introduced himself as
a friend of Samson's teenage friend, Ben. Noah said he'd like to just
sit on the porch steps and meet Samson.
Sam's
mom spoke loudly over her shoulder, “Sam. The man Ben called you
about, is here and he'd like to say hello! Come on down and meet
him!” Noah wore his baseball cap hoping it would give a warmer
first impression. As Sam stepped past his mom going out the door, she
asked, “Fellas. I just made a fresh batch of sun iced tea. Can I
pour a glass for each of you?” Noah answered with a cordial
'please'. Sam didn't make eye contact with Noah much at all. His iced
tea reply was, “yeah, I guess...”
Sam
and Noah both sat on the concrete steps getting the full force of the
July high-noon sun. Noah's heart told his mind, 'listen to God's
leading. Don't mess this up.' The scars on Sam's face didn't disturb
Noah but might discourage any of Sam's dating prospects.
Before
the iced tea arrived, Sam began with, “Ben told me he asked you to
come over. And that's OK, so long as you don't drown me with a bunch
of DOs and DON'Ts.” Noah's reply was, “Works for me. Actually,
I'm here to LEARN, not TEACH or DICTATE. When my wife died last year,
there seemed to be so much I needed to learn about others, and their
challenges. Nenee would sit on our front porch and just open her
heart to teen girls and remind them of God's love and provision.”
“We
live right next to a big woods and I sure miss taking quiet walks
with her among all those tall refreshing trees. Sam, I wanna ask you,
'have you ever loved someone so much, you could talk to them without
using words?' God has given us so many ways to show our compassion
and love to others, sometimes just by a warm look, or a gentle touch
or hug. What do you think, Sam?”
The
iced tea arrived, and welcomed by teen and man. After a few long
refreshing sips, Noah spoke. “Sam, I was serious when I said, I
came here to learn; learn about you teens and the incredible
challenges you all face. By the way, I'd appreciate it if you'd have
eye contact with me, often. I can see that a hot-water accident has
given you some challenges that other teens and I don't have to deal
with. But you know what? I firmly believe God is going to show both
of us, that you've got some really great reasons to hold your head
high and be proud of the many good gifts God has already given you.”
Noah
continued with, “Sam, I'm trying to help Bob Button and some other
adults at the teens workshop that your friend Ben is really enjoying.
I'm guessing Ben has already told you a bit about the workshop. While
we work on our iced tea, can I tell you about the jitter-bike ride
story that Bob told us? It's a cool story that sure spoke to my
heart, and maybe it will yours too.”
Sam's
finger traced a crack in the steps as he listened with interest to
the Jitter-Bike Story the white-haired man was retelling to the young
teen next to him. When the story was finished, more sips from
sweating glasses of iced tea. Noah remained silent, giving the teen
time to digest the story.
“Is
it OK if I call you Noah?” came a timid question from Sam. The
reply was, “Sure, Sam. Anything you want. I want to be your friend;
your ongoing friend. Call me anything you like.” Sam said, “Well,
I was just wondering. I liked the story you just told. It really
strikes home with me when people will look on my insides, and not
just my face. The other thing is that Ben had told me about the Funny
Motor Story that Bob had told at the workshop. I was just thinking
that until you get another name, it might be neat to call the group
Teen Steppers.”
Sam
opened up with his thoughts to silver-haired Noah. “You talk about
a stepper motor making little steps in its rotation, and then you
said these little jerky funny motors are super important in helping
printers and grinding machines to step across a sheet of paper or
other stuff. Well... these steps we're sitting on, we could be like
'teen steppers', making our way up these steps in service for God.
You'd have to be real careful, though. If you don't say that in the
right way, my generation might think you gotta work your way up to
get to Heaven. And Noah, I'm certain none of us could do that. Jesus
done it all for us!”
Noah
stood up while asking, “Sam. I've gotta take off. This visit we've
just had, has meant so much to me. If I call first, would I be able
to come over next Tuesday, after supper? I need some more of your
great ideas.
The
silver-haired man did a teen hand-shake with Sam by sort-of bumping
fists. Noah drove about 3 blocks and then pulled over to a parking
area. He pulled out a pencil and used an old envelope that was on the
car seat to write on. Noah excitedly scribbled down, the things he
just learned from Sam. Right under the notes he wrote: “God's up to
something!”