“By faith Abel offered
unto God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, by which he obtained witness
that he was righteous, God testifying of his gifts: and by it he being dead yet
speaketh.” Heb 11:4
(The following true story was told
to me by brother Alberto Tosh a couple of weeks ago. I have added some dialogue
and tried to arrange things in the best narrative order.)
“Mr. Tito was not a target of envy
among the villagers of Yo Creek, Belize, but he certainly was a target. People
made fun of him for his curious appearance and his clumsy gait that was likely
the result of polio. He was a convenient butt of anyone’s jokes, because he
would never talk back, not even if he wanted to, because he could not speak a
word.
“To earn his living, Mr. Tito
peddled whatever he could grow, collect or forage. During mango season, he
would glean the fruit that everyone else had left behind, and then ride his
bicycle down San Antonio Road for nearly nine kilometers to sell the produce in
Orange Walk Town.
“Every week, Mr. Tito would cut the
grass at the Yo Creek Seventh Day Adventist church, and every week he would
sweep the sanctuary and clean the bathrooms. Every Wednesday night and every Sabbath,
he was the first one to arrive at church. He unlocked all the doors and opened
the windows. If none of the brethren showed up for prayer meeting, Mr. Tito
could be seen leading the worship service all by himself. For years Mr. Tito
was like the heartbeat of that little village church.
“The day
came that the brethren decided it was time to build a new church in Yo Creek,
and a call was made for each one to make a pledge. When the time came to
collect the offerings, Mr. Tito shocked everyone when he presented 2000 Belize
dollars ($1000 USD), for the new church. How in the world did humble nobody
Tito come up with such a fortune for the cause of God? Some whispered evil
murmurings, but Mr. Tito’s life was without reproach. He had apparently given
away a good chunk of his life’s savings.”
Brother Alberto had nearly finished
his story when our own version of Mr. Tito ambled up in his shuffling gait, his
left arm held out bent at the wrist and elbow. Everyone calls him “Chevito.” He
communicates to us mostly through hand gestures and a series of odd, mostly
unintelligible sounds from which we occasionally can understand a word or two
like “agua” or “auto.”
“Unfortunately, Mr. Tito was struck
by a car and killed while riding his bike to sell fruit in Orange Walk.”
Brother Alberto finished his story.
“Oh no, how sad!” I remarked. “But what a beautiful testimony of faithfulness. Thanks for sharing this story. Isn’t it
amazing how God uses his humblest children to teach us such powerful lessons
about what it means to be faithful? Isn’t that right, Chevito?”
Chevito grunted and nodded in
affirmation.
“You can be a missionary for Jesus
too, just like Mr. Tito was!”
Maybe it was my imagination, but it
seemed I saw a glimmer of desire in Chevito’s eyes.
Chevito attends our group regularly
at Chan Pine Ridge where he almost always sits in the first or second row.
Despite, his speech impediment, he loves to sing, and he can hum enough of a
tune to request his favorite hymns. He is our most willing deacon, and when we
ask him to help collect the offering, at every transition in the program he points
at the offering baskets with the unspoken question, “is it my turn yet?” I pray
that God will use him to testify for the truth in Chan Pine Ridge, just as he
used Mr. Tito in Yo Creek. May God use us all wherever we are, and may we be
ever faithful.
