“Don’t just count your blessings. Be the blessing other people count on.”
Many of us leave spiritual things to pastors or others involved in “full time” ministry. We don’t feel “cut out” or “good enough” to “do” ministry. After all, the pastors and ministry leaders are God’s starting lineup. His superstars. His first ballot, spiritual hall of famers.
But what about the rest of us? What about those with schedules filled with career, studies, running kids to practice, youth groups and music lessons? If God called on you….”Hey Donohue, grab a bat. You’re up!” Would you be ready and willing to pinch hit in a critical situation where one of the aforementioned spiritual giants was not around?
Let me share a story about something that happened one recent Sunday morning. My ten year old son an I were visiting a church in California and the guest speaker that morning was talking about his mission work in Senegal. He talked about his previous spiritual indifference and how he began to ask God to give him “tears for His people” and a heart full of compassion…. This struck a chord within me as I had prayed this same thing years ago but ended up asking God to lower the intensity of it because it was too emotionally overwhelming. As I heard the speaker continue to share his story I was convicted of my own spiritual indifference and began to silently pray “God give me a more compassionate heart and the opportunity to share that compassion.”
The service ended and Sean and I talked about it in the car on our way to grab me some Peet’s Coffee. Because of traffic (I think everyone from church had the same idea as I did) I wasn’t able to make the usual left turn into the parking lot to the coffee shop and had to go up to the next light.
As I got to the following light and made the turn I noticed a small purse in the middle of the intersection. The pull began….go get coffee….no go back and get the purse…. I told Sean, “Here is our chance to be a blessing” and quickly flipped the car around. We stopped in the intersection and I leaned out the door to grab the purse with the frantic “We’re going to die!” commentary coming from the back seat. After getting through the intersection we pulled over and I began rummaging through the pockets to try and find an I.D.. The address was a local address (same town) but my phone was at 7% and using the GPS would kill the remaining charge almost immediately. I quickly prayed, “Lord, let the power last long enough to get this lady her purse.” I’m sure God chuckled as I punched the address into the GPS only to find that I was sitting across the street from the house.
Before we made our way up to the front door I remembered that I also happened to have one of my favorite tracts in the car with me, “God’s Love Letter.” We took the purse and the tract and walked up to the front door and rang the bell. No answer. Part of me was bummed that we weren’t going to receive a gushing thank you….”It’s not about you….” came the gentle reminder in my mind. We were playing a role. God’s pinch hitters. His boys off the bench. We tucked the purse and note from God to this lady between the screen door and front door, prayed that she would see God’s heart in it and that her life would be changed.
We’ll never know what ends up happening in her life on this side of Heaven but we can be sure that God, who is faithful, is the one who pursues humanity with a great compassion and love, seeking those who are lost and calling them home.
“Use me, God. Show me how to take who I am, and who I want to be, and what I can do, and use it for a purpose greater than myself.” Martin Luther King, Jr.
Ask yourself this. If God called you to be the blessing in someone’s life today, are you ready, willing and able to step out and be faithful? You won’t be acting alone. His Spirit will guide you.
“The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few….” Luke 10:2(a)