This morning, I was greeted by two of our awesome students with a giant vat of coffee (probably because they find me more agreeable with caffeine in my system). They walked in ready to serve, eager to do whatever may help these amazing people hear more from Jesus this morning. They fold bulletins, clean bathrooms, help with sermon materials, give hugs and organize paperwork.
And early this morning, as I read about the organization of the Tabernacle in the Old Testament. And how the work within it was divided up among different clans (families). This family carries this load, that family is responsible for this part. That's just what happens here at Garden Grove. People walk in, each family ready to their part, anticipating how that part will mingle with all the other parts and produce genuine and effective ministry. Some to pray, some to warmly embrace those visiting, some to help us streamline the details of the service. All to bring glory to God.
I'm so thankful to be part of a body who is just as desirous to minister as the pastors. And every Sunday morning, God does something in our hearts. Not because we deserve it. But because we want Him to. Because we ask Him and then we wait. Because we're open to whatever He might choose to do.
1 comment:
Amanda, I was inspired and challenged by the way you view Sunday mornings--I need to work on my outlook.
I usually wake up and feel immediately exhausted, just thinking about an hour and a half of band rehearsal, and about all the people I will talk to and listen to in the course of the morning, those whose problems and challenges will need my compassionate ear and listening heart.
Anticipation on Sunday? There's a novel thought! Thanks for your excellent writing.
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