It’s what most parents expect from their children.
How often do we, as adults, think of our own obedience?
Sure we obey the local laws, don’t run traffic lights (or at least hope to get through the yellow before it changes to red), or steal from our neighbors. How often though do we hear God and obey him?
Right now I’m struggling a bit with this.
Sometimes God asks us to do something that we really rather not do. At our last church we had a large successful VBS (Vacation Bible School). My part was being what you might call an artistic director for the transformation of a huge space into something “magical,” like a fiesta, or the Serengeti, or a western town with horses and cows and more. It was fun. It was hard work. It took lots and lots of hours. And when the decision was made that VBS was not to be any longer, that the children’s ministry would take a different direction for outreach to families, I cheered. My passion was gone. I was burned out.
Today, we live in another town, serving an amazing church.
This church still believes in VBS for outreach to families. My husband leads the charge in their children’s ministry. After being at the church for a few months, I sought God; I wanted to know where he wanted me to serve. I got the oddest answer. No, it wasn’t being a small group leader, or greeter, or office volunteer. He told me to serve my husband. I’ve been doing a few tasks to help my husband at the church which I am really not too fond of doing. But, they really help him. One of those tasks is helping with the décor for VBS. I’m doing it out of sheer obedience to God.
Good things will come of it because I am obedient. It’s going to take a lot of time. I have time. I’m going to work with new people. I’ll make friends. Kids will get excited when they see the church transformed into a fun environment. Even more. Kids will invite their friends and they and their friends may choose to follow Jesus. Good stuff.
Because I choose to be obedient.
Have you ever thought about the larger ramifications of personal obedience?
I’ve been following a couple of bloggers for the last few years.
Maggie who writes Gussy Sews and The Nester who writes Nesting Place both left the comforts of home to travel to Tanzania for Compassion International. They both have taken this trip, not because they like to get on big jet planes and travel to foreign countries; no, neither of them even care to fly anywhere. They both went because a big God asked them to be obedient. And so today, and the next several days, they are writing about their experiences in Tanzania. Blessing me. Blessing Tanzanians. Blessing God.
Obedience is a good thing. Maybe not fun. Maybe stretching. All good.
Have you said yes? Or no?
Oh. To obey. It’s being Extraordinary!
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