A Shout Out To The Faithful
I want to give a shout out to the unsung and faithful servants of God around the world. The ones you have never heard of, the ones who toil for the gospel in anonymity. They will never have their names up in lights or be seen on TV; they haven't written books or blogs; they don't drive fancy cars or live in big houses; they scrape by and trust God will provide for their needs.
They are missionaries and pastors, elders and deacons. They are the congregants who sweep the floors and tend our nurseries. They give daily and ask little in return. They endure abuse and criticism, and return grace instead. They wrestle through depression and find joy in the Lord, and teach others how to find contentment in Christ. They wake up in the morning and pray for God to work wonders and find it in the simple act of service.
They consume the Word of God and deliver it with fire and display it with mercy. They are tempted with the lusts of the flesh, and find forgiveness in their savior. They are not perfect but hope in perfection. They call for holiness, while seeking to be made whole. They are guided by the Word, and walk in the Spirit. The look for where God is working, and trust not their sight but in faith.
They marvel at the wonders of God's creation, knowing that there is something better yet to come. They weep with the hurting, suffer with the oppressed, and stand with the hopeless. They give out of their poverty, and find riches beyond comprehension.
They serve in the mountains, deserts, jungles, and cities. They go to places that are hostile and in turmoil, yet they are calm in the Lord. They hike miles to sit in dirt huts just to teach the good news in indigenous languages. They are accepted, they are tolerated, and they are killed. Their sweat and blood are the sees of the saints, and what it produces is beautiful.
They are not political or religious, they are followers of Jesus. They shun the trappings of this world so that only Jesus is the stumbling block. They touch the pariah and associate with the outcast. Their friends don't understand and family discourage their efforts, but they have found a new home and a new family.
They will stand before the Father and hear the words, "well done good and faithful servants." They will be welcomed into glory by all who have been touched by their faithfulness. They are my heroes, the ones to whom I aspire to immolate. I'm just saying.