My Friend Who Changed the World

My Friend Who Changed the World

Isn’t it strange that princes and kings,
and clowns that caper on sawdust rings,
and common folk like you and me
are builders of eternity.

To each is given a bag of tools,
a shapeless mass and a set of rules,
and each must make ere life has flown,
a stumbling block or a stepping stone.

My friend David Beam posted that poem on Facebook yesterday. It says a lot about him.

David has been in Guatemala longer than I’ve been alive. When he first got there the country was in turmoil. Civil war. A major earthquake had leveled the country. He’s a normal guy who just showed up and started serving whoever he could help.

He was also a key player in getting my parents to move there when I was a kid. That move forever shaped my life. I owe him thanks for that.

A lot has changed in Guatemala since David got there. The country still has problems, but in certain ways things are a little better.

Was David responsible for that change? Who knows. I guess in part, yes.

What’s interesting is, any change that came wasn’t because David was out filling stadiums, preaching the gospel. He’s not famous.

But for years he has been touching one life at a time. Among lots of other things I probably don’t even know about, David has singlehandedly helped build dozens of homes for people in need. He just finds people who need help and then figures out a way to get them a house built.

David is changing Guatemala. But it’s not because he’s showy or flashy or famous. He just does whatever he can to help specific needs that he sees.

The only way the world is going to get better is if we all live this way. Do what you can, where you are.

Do that -one person, one need at a time- and you’ll be a world changer.

David and Damaris Beam

David and Damaris Beam