Disheartened during church service, but...
Our evening church service started a little uneventful. I was discouraged to see many people missing. There are many challenges facing someone planting a church in this day and age. I spoke on the necessity of living upright and honest lives that others may have “nothing evil to say about us” (Titus 2:8). Our ability to advance the Good News is directly tied to how we live before others. I also talked about serving others through good works, but ironically I was having trouble seeing past the fact of low attendance even during the time that I taught. It wasn’t until after church service that the Lord ministered to me and lovingly reminded me of why I am in Robstown. I’ve found that it is when I am engaged in some of the most menial tasks that He nudges me and reminds of the things that please Him.
It started after service when I grudgingly (yes, I admit it) took a homeless lady to HEB and purchased some groceries for her such as eggs, bread, drinks etc. I was glad to learn that she’d found a place to stay for a while. At least she’ll be out of the cold. I rejoiced in that. Then I gave an elderly man a ride home too. Don’t misperceive what I am saying. There’s no boasting here. These aren’t “great and mighty” deeds yet I found myself very content in them. I thought of another man in his sixties (he doesn’t know how old he is) I see around too. He has the mind of a child and still cries at night from missing his deceased parents. I was repentant before the night was over and thanked God for his work in me. To Him be the glory.
It started after service when I grudgingly (yes, I admit it) took a homeless lady to HEB and purchased some groceries for her such as eggs, bread, drinks etc. I was glad to learn that she’d found a place to stay for a while. At least she’ll be out of the cold. I rejoiced in that. Then I gave an elderly man a ride home too. Don’t misperceive what I am saying. There’s no boasting here. These aren’t “great and mighty” deeds yet I found myself very content in them. I thought of another man in his sixties (he doesn’t know how old he is) I see around too. He has the mind of a child and still cries at night from missing his deceased parents. I was repentant before the night was over and thanked God for his work in me. To Him be the glory.
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