For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me. Matthew 25:35-36
And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’ Matthew 25:40
Are you a part of the ‘service’ industry mentioned in Matthew 25? Are our actions a consistent testament to our broad name tag, ‘Christian’? Or is it hidden in a wallet or purse for special occasions only?
As a wife and a mother, I’d like to think that what I do for my family throughout the day is appreciated. But do I serve my husband and children for a pat on the back, a high-five, a parade with confetti and streamers or for the glory of God? Is He who I get up in the morning for? Is God here in my home, too?
Responsibilities shouldn’t negate our service. Our roles, no matter how different, aren’t minor, they’re major, brought forth and valued by God. The caregiver who attends to the disabled, the social worker who aids in keeping a family together, the son or daughter who helps with a bed ridden parent, yes those are responsibilities but they are also acts of service carefully measured by Jesus.
We Christians are walking, talking, living, breathing billboards for Christ. Billboards are everywhere, they are out there soliciting us to take notice, even if just for a couple of moments before we pass by. Now think about the ones you actually remember. They address a cause you’re interested in, a need you have or a passion you want to fulfill.
Promoting the kingdom of God through the service of others works in a greater capacity than that. The homeless gentleman on the street may not remember you personally, but he’ll remember someone fed him. The young person waiting at the bus stop may go on to forget your name, but they’ll remember the encouraging words and the handshake. The mom in the grocery store with three children who you gave money to for food may walk right pass you later on, but she’ll remember God provides.
Our opportunities to be of service never end. We’re soldiers whether we signed up for it, were drafted in, or were forced into it kicking and screaming. We’re soldiers of service now.
So let’s go Christians, it’s not a crime to be disinterested to the needs of others, but it is a disservice.
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