From what I understand, they spent a day helping a family move, a couple days meeting people in the community and trying to share the love God has for them, a day leading worship at our church and a couple days helping our small city with some landscaping and trash clean up. All really exciting, life-saving, missionary-type stuff that will likely get them on the front page of their hometown newspaper, right? Um, ya right! To be honest, at their age, I would have been less than thrilled to be asked to travel hundreds of miles to serve in this capacity. But, unfortunately, I was nothing like them at the age of 19.
What kept running through my mind as the boys came back each night to crash in our air mattress-lined basement, often times sweaty and dog tired from their labors, was this; I bet this kind of service, the kind that isn't glamorous, doesn't require a passport, perhaps not a ton of fun, the kind of service where you don't see lives saved or awesome fruit produced ... I bet that's the kind of service that makes God look down and smile. Jesus, he chose the lowest, most humble job he could when he was teaching the disciples to be servants. He chose to wash their dirty, dusty, smelly feet because that was the job no servant wanted. Oh, and he told us to go out and do the same.
This BSU group - they were an inspiration. I never once heard a complaining word or tone. Most of them seemed to have more musical talent in their pinkie finger than I could ever hope to have in my entire being. They spent an hour praising God in my living room that could have been recorded and sold to a record company. These kids have such amazing potential, such bright futures coupled with humble spirits, it is down right exciting to see what they will do with their lives.
Because we're spoiled and selfish like that, we were Going Through The Big D during the first half of their stay and participated in none of the above mentioned service. We came home at 10:30 at night to a houseful of animated beautiful young people who must have been threatened within an inch of their lives, because our house looked virtually spotless. As the week came to an end, I was sad to see them go and sad I had missed half their trip. I think I was called ma'am more times in that 72 hour period than in all my life. I'm still not sure how I felt about that, but it definitely solidified my "old lady" status. My kids were sad to see them go as well, but thought they'd won the lottery when they discovered they had left behind three boxes of Pop Tarts, (also known as crack cocaine for kids).
|As always, Joseph was a little ladie's man, and he didn't have to look far to get laughs and giggles and love from these girls.|
What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8Tweet