Sunday, December 03, 2006
Love in Action
To borrow a phrase from my sweet blogging friend Pamela, it is "just the two of us" here in our house again. My parents are safely moved into their cute little house. They are thoroughly exhausted, but very happy with the way everything has worked out. My mom is excited about making this house their home. Once she gets all her beautiful quilts and pictures and antiques in place, it will be a warm, inviting home. She has a gift for hospitality and a way of making a house into a real home. My Dad says he's just ready to "follow orders". He is very handy and talented too - so between them they will do wonders.
The move went so smoothly. Thank You Lord!! My son pastors a small church in the town where my parents' new house is located. He was sent there from the "mother church" in our closest large city to plant a new church. That is the main thrust of their church organization - The Potter's House. They plant new churches all around the world (when my son and daughter-in-love were sent out, I was praying it wouldn't be to Africa!). They begin by going door-to-door and doing street preaching. They open their home for Bible Study. They go into the poorer neighborhoods and do outdoor concerts to draw people out to hear the word. As a result, many of the people who begin coming to their church are from backgrounds very unlike their own. Some have come from situations we only read about or hear about on the news. They are drawn to the Savior, and when they recieve Him into their hearts, the change is so dramatic. My son says he really is teaching them things we just take for granted but that they have never heard. Even the familiar Bible stories are foreign to many of them. It is exhausting, challenging, rewarding ministry.
On saturday morning our son arrived with six young men from his church who had given up their saturday to come help us move my parents. A couple of years ago my husband did a huge amount of work for one of the larger churches in their community, and they have never forgotten. They worked hard all day long - laughing and sharing and just enjoying each others' company. They made two trips back and forth so that they could move everything for my Mom and Dad. I can't adequately put into words what it was like. They were so eager to serve. It was all done with such a loving attitude. They did it with no expectation of anything in return. A couple of these young men come from backgrounds that are just heartbreaking. They are so in love with the Jesus that broke the chains that held them captive it just pours out of them.
It was a wonderful, exhausting, uplifting day. When I look at those young men, I feel ashamed for the way I have, in the past, taken my salvation so for granted. I have been far too casual, holding the precious gift too lightly. They remind me of Who He is and what He has done for me. My past isn't the same as theirs, but their sin is no greater than mine. I want my life to shine with His love just the way theirs does.
Have a blessed sunday,