It is a privilege and a pleasure to serve, even in the chaotic and frustrating moments, because it is a privilege and a pleasure to do as Jesus did. It is an honor to be a vessel for His truth, grace and love.
Took an unplanned break last week. I joined my church family in a large community service project and just ran out of time and energy to sit and let the words flow.
There were some tough spots. I butted heads with people I love. It’s a rough-and-tumble and often dysfunctional family, this one that Christ has bought and created by the shedding of His blood. We’ve got sharp edges and soft spots and somehow always manage to ram our sharpness into another’s softness. Our ideas and ways of doing things don’t always align. Sometimes we get derailed in disagreement, forgetting what the goal really is.
That goal? To serve God by serving others. No strings attached.
This little family of faith to which I belong has had a bumpy year. We could have easily imploded over this event. Instead, as I reflect on the last month, I see a quiet, gentle work of God. We are in no way, shape or form perfect people. Far, far from it. But He used us. He prodded here and pushed there to move us beyond the sticking place. We learned some much-needed lessons. We pressed into some difficult conversations. In the end, we worked as a team – maybe a team that doesn’t always win the game, but a team that makes the plays.
Truth is: The people with whom I worship with week after week can frustrate me like no other. But isn’t that how it is with family? They drive you up the wall, but you love them. You don’t always understand the choices they make. You give them side-eye sometimes. But that love is never in question.
We know that God says we are His children. So I wonder if He looked upon us – sweaty and stumbling and maybe a little crabby – with the kind of expression that crosses a father’s face as he watches his toddler learn a new skill. It’s messy. It’s hard. But when that toddler finally makes progress, hair flying every which way and hands covered with peanut butter – the father beams.
There’s always those little spots in our minds, those unevangelized places, that don’t grasp and rest in the kind of love God has for us. We can recite the verses and say the right things. But there’s a part of us that remains scared. What if I don’t do this right? Holiness, sanctification, submission, obedience – all commanded, all Christ-enabled. Perfectionism? Not so much.
Meditate on this verse with me –
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
– Romans 5:8 (NKJV)
While we were still sinners.
The people with whom we, church folk, interacted at that event did not speak, behave or dress the ways we thought they should. They haven’t always made wise choices. They may have had addictions or come from chaotic, broken backgrounds.
They’re just like us.
Jesus didn’t require us to clean up our acts before He offered help.
Again, holiness gets a big “yes and thumbs up” from God. He doesn’t save us so that we can keep on doing whatever we want. We don’t get to bend the definition of sin or remove certain cherished activities from the category. That’s cheap grace. What Christ did for us certainly wasn’t cheap. It cost Him everything. Nor does He save us so that we can spend the rest of our lives under the tyranny of perfectionism. The Bible is full of stories of regular people who loved God but messed up – and God remained steady in His love for them.
Just like us.
We cannot hoard this treasure. The homeless, the addicted, the mentally ill, the sick, the broken – God loves them, just as He loves us. We don’t need to fear them. We need to listen to them, then tell them. Tell them of the God who made the stars, of the atom-splitting choice in a garden, of sin and struggle, of grace and resurrection.
Then we need to turn around and remind ourselves of these things.
Onward, stumbling servants. Get back up when you skin your knees. Resist the urge to retaliate with someone slaps your face. Seek forgiveness when you need and grant it when asked. Beg God for wisdom. Beg Him to make you gentle. Lace up your boots, gird your loins, roll up your sleeves.
We may not do it perfectly, but the work awaits.
8 thoughts on “Stumbling Servants”
Marie, I’m far too ill now to give this lovely post the honour you deserve.
What I can be is honest. Even as my body has failed me, my mind is clear and fit. If God rings the bell one more time, I will go out to live on beans and tortillas, to put myself between innocence and cruelty.
I will cancel the apocalypse.
No stumbling here. I will shoot straight, fight hard, and I am willing to die for this.
To get to those I protect, evil has to come through me. And that will not happen.
I just love you, Andrew. You’re such a good brother to us all. We know you’d do anything to help and protect us. In that, I see Jesus.
Preach it, sister!
This was such a fun one to write. I love it when we get to clearly see God turning mess into beauty.
So true- none of us are perfect, but we have to work together and keep loving and showing grace even when we disagree or annoy one another.
Marie, it’s refreshing to read a post that talks about the way we bump into each other in this real life experience of being and becoming the Body of Christ. It’s so important to our sanctification to work beside people who drive us nuts, but whom we are called to love and appreciate as bearers of God’s image and fellow travelers on this narrow way (narrow so that we can’t get too far away from each other!).
Wise words, Michele. It is important to our sanctification to learn to love as Christ loves. Praise Him for His patience in this process!
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