I want to tell you about yesterday's
celebration because it led to my devotional for today. I'll warn you now: It's lengthy, but please bear with me and read it through.
ANOTHER MILESTONE, FOND MEMORIES, MORE SPIRITUAL MARKERS
My husband and I had the privilege and honor of attending
the Centennial Celebration of our hometown church, established in 1924. The
handful of people who began the work named it the First Baptist Church of
Basile because it was the first and only Baptist church in the small community.
It still is.
My husband began attending the church nine months before his
birth and continued until after we were married and moved away for college. His
family has deep roots in the early beginning of God's work in Basile, which
continues today. As a "home-grown" preacher of God's Word from the church, he was
asked to deliver the second of the service's three messages on what we, as God's
people, are to do today to continue carrying on the Lord's work. The main point
of his sermon was for us to read, study, and memorize God's Word, let it sink
deep into our hearts, and then faithfully teach our children and their children
to do the same.
The morning was filled with fond memories of being back,
where we had special moments, and our lives together had their beginning. As a
teenager, my husband wasn't certain he was saved, so he met with the new pastor
in his office and invited Jesus into his heart. As I looked at the third row of
pews from the front, I fondly recalled sitting in the middle of the pew with a
friend when God spoke to my heart, calling me to a ministry that would not
unfold for sixteen years, one that I would not realize until another six years
passed.
In this little
church, the pastor who led my husband to the Lord married us, later ordained my
husband as a deacon, and much later ordained him to preach the Gospel. These
are fond memories and milestones—spiritual markers.
The day's celebration brought joy to reconnect with some of the
eighty and ninety-year-old remaining members, who were young adults when we
were teenagers, and the young children then, who are now grandparents. We have
sweet memories and know that we will one day see those who have gone home to
the Lord again.
The guest speaker who had the first message for the church was
my husband's preacher friend from the "old days." His sermon challenged us to
remember those who sacrificed as they laid the foundation of the Lord's Gospel
that started at First Baptist Church in Basile and faithfully do our part in
carrying on the work wherever we are today. He and my husband had served as a
revival team many times, the friend preaching and my husband leading the music.
One of those revivals was around the mid-eighties at the first church my
husband had pastored. The pastor/friend and his wife stayed with us at our
house for the week.
The four of us sat for breakfast on the bench seats of the
table in the kitchen's little breakfast nook one morning, discussing ministry. Sitting across from me, my sister-in-the-Lord spoke with passion and enthusiasm about the women's Bible class she
taught, and it sparked my interest in pursuing that avenue for our church. But the
more I thought of it later, the less qualified I felt; I didn't know the Bible
well enough.
By the week after the revival services, I had prayed about
the matter and concluded that if God had placed that desire in my heart to
start the class, He would help me teach it. But before I left for the office that
morning to talk with my husband/pastor to get his thoughts on the matter, my
best friend called me, all bubbly, announcing that he had given her the
"go-ahead" to start a women's Bible study class. Bummer!
Have you heard the expression, If you snooze, you lose? Well,
I did, and I lost.
I had wasted so much time contemplating my desire for the new
class yet lacking the qualifications, depending on my ability, rather than trusting God to equip me that the
opportunity slipped past me. But God used that experience to position me for an amazing
journey in my Christian walk. When asked if I would like to teach the
women's Bible study class at the next church my husband pastored, I didn't
hesitate. I knew what God wanted and responded with a no-doubt definite yes! My journey of teaching women God's Word lasted over thirty years. Then, God changed my teaching venue from a classroom to a laptop. I accepted the challenging opportunity and have taught through writing devotionals for five years, still depending on God's guidance and wisdom, not my ability.
Although I had snoozed and lost God's invitation to start a ladies' class decades earlier, God had His way and worked in my friend's life. My BF had a hunger for God's Word, delved into it, and became a phenomenal Bible scholar, teacher of God's Word, and daily devotional writer. "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose" Romans 8:28. God works all things together for HIS good, the good of others and ours.
Now for today's thought:
"A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth, and a word
spoken in due season, how good is it!" Proverbs 15:23
Another special moment of the memorable day made my heart
overflow with joy: The Lord allowed me to see His Spirit light up the eyes of my dear sister-in-the-Lord when I told her how God used her decades earlier to spark
an interest in me to start a women's Bible study class.
I wish I could paint a word picture depicting her perplexing
yet glowing expression —the "Are you sure?" look and the sigh of thankful relief
I saw on her face. I told her the rest of the story, how my friend received the
blessing of that first ladies' class because I snoozed, yet God was gracious
and gave me a second opportunity to trust Him about teaching.
My sister didn't respond with Thank the Lord but asked
if I remembered the name of the church her husband had pastored at the time.
When I confirmed it was the one she thought it was, she told me she was in a dark
place during that time. She never dreamed God had spoken to me through her or that He possibly even could have, given her condition at the time. It was as though my testimony stripped away layers of Satan's lies he had taunted her with.
God's truths can break our greatest enemy's strongholds; the words of our testimonies of God's works are powerful enough to break the chains that can bind us. God works in mysterious ways,
far higher and greater than our finite minds can imagine.
Here are some thoughts I leave you from the story and
Scripture:
My sister's testimony about the class she taught greatly inspired me. She motivated me to seek God on a matter I had felt
ill-equipped about for decades. Even though she felt she was in a dark place then,
God's Spirit in her broke through the darkness, shined through, and ministered to me. God's work
is not about us or where we are in our spiritual journey but all about Him.
The word I spoke to her in due season yesterday—my testimony
of how God used her to catapult me into teaching an adult class—even though years
later, it was good for her soul at the right time. I saw evidence of it all over her face
and demeanor. God's timing is always right. His work is not about us but
all about Him.
Let us never underestimate God's power and what He can and desires
to do through us, no matter His timing or how we "feel."
May we never overestimate our abilities, thinking we can do
anything but by God's grace. God's work is not about us but all about Him.
God bless you richly.