So I missed the hymns and inspiring kiwis but I just managed to catch an interesting item on Tagata Pacifica about a Bikie Gang that goes around the place spreading good news. The guys on this thing looked really mean and TOUGH!
|You're scared. I can tell!|
A few blokes were interviewed and I found their stories exciting and moving. I was starting to get "Ministry Envy". How cool to be traveling around the countryside on noisy Harleys and changing lives. I thought about my puny little effort in going to the Sunday School room a couple of times each month. I've been doing it for years and I haven't felt that I've done anything spectacular. I'm certainly not especially brilliant at what I do during the class. Some days I probably just fumble through it, albeit with good intentions.
|Nobody ever said that ministry was without risk.|
One little girl went to Sunday School. And now the whole country is hearing about what Jesus did for her dad and all his mates.
So I reckon, no matter how puny anyone's effort might seem, our Majestical Bestie can pick it up and run with it. He can turn our measly "widow's mite" into magnificent things for His Kingdom. It might not be a healing ministry or preaching at a gargantuan revival, but just being you and doing what you do - baking a cake or just sharing your dimpled smile with someone who needed it - has value which we should never underestimate. Your offering is a piece of gold to God and He will use it to make something beautiful - even if you don't ever find out about it this side of Heaven.