It’ been kind of a rough week. One of my favorite ladies at my church died. She survived only a short time after her diagnosis. She was a “frontier” woman. She raised her family alone. She raised animals. There seemed nothing she couldn’t do. At the same time, my pastor ended up in the hospital with COVID-19. He’s going to be all right it seems, but it was sobering.
When the Israelites traveled from Mount Sina to the edge of Canaan, the Kohathites had the privilege of carrying the Ark of the Covenant and other holy vessels. Someone else, unnamed, carried the tent pegs, ropes and poles. Each job was very important. Every day we are supposed to be doing something for the Lord. For most of us, most of the time, it isn’t incredibly important or flashy; but it still needs to be done.
My friend Laura wasn’t flashy and much of what she did most would not consider important, but she did those things. She did them well. She will be incredibly missed.
The thought of losing my senior pastor made me consider many of the things he’s done. They were probably a bit flashier, but to much of the world probably not generally considered important.
What are we supposed to be doing for Jesus today? Are we doing them? Are we doing it without pride or a sense of self-importance. I have to say, about myself, not always. And that’s not good.
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