How do I serve? I think about this question a lot. Sometimes I feel that what I do is not as meaningful as what others do to serve. But recently, God has been teaching me something very significant of what his gospel has been transforming me into.
To be honest, I don’t enjoy feeding people on the street, I don’t like stacking chairs, and I hate setting up and tearing down for the church plant that I’m a part of. In those moments that I do engage in these things, there’s always a since of guilt that comes over me. I should be happy doing this. I should feel good about what I’m doing. But….I don’t. Because unlike you, I know my heart. My heart is full of sin. It’s selfish. It’s always about me.
But like Paul proclaims in the scriptures, “who will save this wretched man?” It’s only Jesus. The redemption of Jesus and his gospel constantly reworking the inner desires of my heart and my mind. Like Paul, I haven’t attained the goal. But I do press on. And I’ve learned not to press on by my effort, but by the grace and strength in which his gospel is already doing in me.
