Showing posts with label 1 Peter 2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1 Peter 2. Show all posts

February 27, 2018

What Are You Doing?

For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps. – 1 Peter 2:21

How often do you volunteer at your church? How often do you volunteer in your community? How often do you sacrifice your time and money to be Jesus in the world around you?

Most churches and outreach groups are hungry for volunteers. Everyone has good intentions. We mean well. We’re just so busy. Too busy. Surely, everyone else understands.

No. Actually. We don’t. “I just want to show up and not have to do anything,” came one excuse. Well, so would I. Except we wouldn’t have the ladies’ Bible study if I did that because none of the hundreds of women at our church will volunteer to lead a study.

“My work schedule is just so crazy,” came another excuse. Most work schedules are crazy. So what? Offer to pick up someone who can’t drive and take them to church for worship or other functions. Help coach the softball team. Take a turn in the nursery. Help make coffee or provide a covered dish to a grieving family.

“I’ve got young children,” is a common excuse. What a precious blessing God has given to you! Have you considered including your children in outreach ministry. My Mother was so excited when one woman brought her three young boys to the rehab facility. The boys wore Santa hats and passed out candy to all the residents. Everyone – children and residents – had a wonderful time and were blessed by the experience. Such a simple gesture on a quiet Sunday afternoon.

I could go on and on with examples. The truth is that most of us just don’t want to be bothered. We don’t. We’d rather stay in our staid little worlds and let someone else be the hands and feet of Jesus.

For most of us, God didn’t call us to organize a massive march on Washington. He didn’t tell us to start a world-wide relief effort. Nor did God say we were to sell everything and go live in a hut in South America. God called us to serve right where we are.

I wonder how many elderly people would give anything for a visit form a young family or, better still, to be included in a meal or outing? I wonder how many single people would love to be part of a family gathering?

Maybe you have a gift for flowers and plants. Did you know that some folks aren’t healthy enough to do that and, yet, they don’t really have money to hire it done? Your talents and their needs could benefit you both.

Maybe you know a teen who spends most of his time alone while his parents work. He or she sure could use a mentor. Surely you have some time to offer. Or what about that young Mom who is so overwhelmed? An encouraging word, and maybe a casserole, would brighten her day.


We aren’t called to live focused only on ourselves. We’re to reach out wherever God places us and touch those closest to us with kindness, compassion, and help. Even if that means we must sacrifice of ourselves.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Jesus’ Light Shines In The Details

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. -- 1 Peter 2:9

Sometimes I really get in a tizzy. There’s just no other way to describe it. Things aren’t going as I planned, are likely careening out of control, and I’m a mess.

Deep breath, I tell myself. My mind races to quote Scripture to myself in the midst of frantic thoughts of doomsday. Not THE doomsday, you understand. Nothing that serious. Just my panicked thoughts of what night happen because my plans have gone awry.

It’s been that kind of year. I make plans and other people’s lives change my plans. It’s just how it is. Most of the time I laugh it off. There’s no point in getting upset about something that can’t be helped and, really, I’m blessed and I know it.

And then there are those days. I’m tired. Burnt out. Crabby. I just don’t feel like dealing with the issues other people are throwing at me. But I have to deal with them anyway.

That leaves me with a choice: Do I show them how put out I feel or do I show them that even in irritating circumstances Jesus’ light still shines within me? Because how we react when things aren’t going the way we want is how people truly see Jesus in our lives.

We don’t just belong to Him when things are going great. And we don’t just belong to Him when we’re sick or facing heartache or some other devastating trouble. We’re His in the details of our lives and that’s where others see Him best.

So in the midst of my tizzy, what are others seeing? A frustrated woman who is upset at the world? Or a woman holding tightly to Jesus while the waves of life knock her around?

And what about you? Surely you didn’t think you’d get a pass on this one. Because we all have meltdowns from time to time. We all tend to forget our manners, forget who we belong to, forget that this moment will pass and that it really isn’t important anyway.

And that’s why I’ve learned to laugh. It isn’t always easy but it helps me keep the little things in perspective. Laughter helps me focus on what matters and how blessed I truly am. I’ve walked that other path and, believe me, these small irritations are nothing much to worry about. I just grab hold of Jesus’ hand knowing He can handle anything that comes my way.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

He Offers Love to the Unworthy

"But we are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light." -- 1 Peter 2:9

I am not worthy. I know that. I've always known that. But He chose me anyway. He set me apart. He lifted me up and set me on His rock. I belong to Him.

Sometimes I stop and ponder this. He knows everything about me. He knows all my secrets. He was with me in every valley. He celebrated with me in each triumph. He calls me child and tells me again and again that He loves me.

I am comforted in knowing that I can never hide anything from Him. When I am sick, He knows. When I feel weak, He knows. When I am insecure, He knows. And when I sin, He knows that too. And, still, He loves me.

Sometimes the world can be an unfair and harsh place to be. The goodness around me seems overshadowed by the darkness that threatens. People wish bad things for me. Others cast me aside. Dreams are shoved aside by the selfish interests of others. I look up and there He is, offering hope and encouragement,. He loves me and that is enough.

I am not worthy. I will never be worthy. I can never earn what He has given me so freely. He has put His mark upon me and claimed me as His own. I belong to Him. And He loves me.