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Real Life with God: Service

Timothy McConnell's picture

Spent

One of the greatest feelings in the world is to be spent at the end of the day, knowing that all your energy has gone to serve the Lord! 

This picture has stuck in my head for a long time. 
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Cody Chambers's picture

Hands and Feet

Though we may think otherwise from time to time, the heart of the medical profession is very much a mission of sacrifice and service for the sick. And medical school, at least for me, has provided opportunities to explore creative ways to serve the poor and forgotten. Recently, I joined a medical team offering a free Saturday clinic in Laredo, Texas and got a glimpse of what this calling might look like in my life. The organization was called “Hands and Feet” reflecting the fact that as we go out in Christian service, we become representatives for Jesus. In fact, each Christian is a hand, foot (or ear, eye, etc.) in the body Christ (1 Cor. 12), so it makes since that these members been seen out in the world. So, with these feet we walked the streets of Laredo, going door to door inviting neighbors to come get a free check-up or to get something done about that cough.Read more

Glenn Lucke's picture

UVa grad, Kirk Craig, serves the poor in Houston

I knew Kirk when he was an undergrad at the University of Virginia. He was one of the student leaders of a big campus ministry at UVa, then served as a missionary to Bolivia. He and his wife, Amanda, are called by God to serve the poor in their hometown (and mine), Houston.

I subscribe wholeheartedly to the Reformed understanding of vocation: when you serve God with your all in whatever line of work that He has called you to, the work is a sacred task done for Him. Pastors and missionaries are no more "holy" than a plumber, accountant, teacher, etc. Read more

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Amy Sherman, Visiting Orphans and Widows Part II

Sherman_amy_l_pic_6 Religion that God our Father considers pure and faultless is this: that you visit orphans and widows in their distress and keep yourself unstained by the world. James 1:27

  The word “visit” in Scripture is also connected with the idea of rescue and redemption. In some translations, Exodus 3:7 is translated as God saying that He has “visited” His people Israel in Egypt and took note of their suffering. And this is immediately followed by God’s statement, “So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey.” So here we have a connection between the visitation of God and His plans to deliver the Jews from slavery. Here, visiting involves rescue and deliverance. In Luke 1:67-79, the father of John the Baptist, Zechariah, exults in a prophetic word that foretells the coming of Jesus the Messiah. In verse 68, he says, “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, for He has visited His people to redeem them.” Again, we see the connection between visiting and deliverance, visiting and redemption. The idea is raised again later in Zechariah’s song, in verse 78:
 
The Dayspring from on high shall visit us to shine upon those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.Read more

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Linc Ashby, WHO AM I?

Personal_photo_linc_ashby_2 I became a follower of Jesus sometime after Pentecost. I wasn’t in Jerusalem at the time. I hear I missed quite a show. Joppa is a little too far away. Plus, there are a few people here who need me, I couldn’t just leave them. When a few of my friends (who had made the journey) returned, they shared the most curious news with me. God had raised this man Jesus to life, from the grave, the first resurrection. He is Lord. Caesar is not. Now, I am his disciple. You could say everything has changed for me, but honestly, I still feel kind of the same.

You see, I’m a widow. And some things don’t change when you’re a widow. Fortunately, I can sew, well enough to provide for myself, which isn’t the case for most widows. I had this idea a few years ago. I decided to take as many widows into my house as I could. I’m no Scripture scholar. To be honest, I’m a bit ashamed of what little I understand. But one thing I keep seeing – my people are supposed to take care of poor people. And widows are poor. That part I get. So I invited them over, not for dinner, for good.

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Amy Sherman, Beyond Helping the Poor

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“Mercy is a voluntary sorrow that joins itself to the suffering of another.”

Gregory of Nyssa, 4th century

Octavia Hill was an Evangelical poverty-fighter who lived in the slums of
London in the 1800s. She was well-known for chastising the Church for being “too willing to help the poor, and not willing to know them.” We, too, can often be charged similarly. After all, helping poor people is easier, and less messy and inconveniencing, than knowing them. We can help at arms-length, from the opposite side of the soup kitchen line. Our interaction is clinical, sterile, safe, distanced. To befriend the poor — now that takes time and emotional energy! Yet God calls us to entangle our lives with the lives of the poor in relational, holistic ministries (ministries that address the needs of the whole person — physical, emotional, and spiritual). He calls us to the true mercy Gregory of Nyssa defined; the willingness to “suffer with.”

Even when we do not have the opportunity to engage in long-term, relational ministry with a poor person, we are to attempt to “know” them as much as possible. In large measure, this means acknowledging the image of God in them. It means treating them with dignity, even in fleeting interactions. We can be tempted by our fears or even repulsions to not acknowledge the poor, but rather, see them as faceless. I fell into this temptation in India.

I felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of dirty, impoverished residents and the filth that lined every dusty road. I was repulsed by the garish Hindu temples, the piles of animal waste, the odors. I was ashamed of my feelings, but found myself shrinking from having contact with “the masses.” It was difficult for me to see in them the image of God.Read more

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