If you’re on track with my entries, last week I wrote something about living a lifestyle of worship in the workplace (check https://musingovercoffee.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/workship/). I find it interesting because I got to engage in a similar discussion with a disciple of mine just this past Saturday. I find it absolutely cool. But it’s likewise challenging because the Lord would usually (and immediately) put to test what He has been teaching you. Like a regular student, you undergo long exams so your teacher would know if you really got the lesson or not. Today, though, it wasn’t just about theory but life application.
I was about to finish my day at work earlier this afternoon. I went out of the therapy area and what caught my attention was not my last student, but his mother who was in tears. In an instant, I had to bring them to a separate room. I was unsure of what to do next, but all I was able to utter was this question: “How can I help you?” For a moment there, I was surprised I asked that. It was never my intention to meddle with personal matters, but I recognized that it was a divine appointment. I didn’t have the time to get back to my contract and check if this was part of my job description. I wanted to be very cautious, but I felt God nudging me to minister to this hurting parent. I listened, but the matter was too heavy that I could not give an answer. I caught myself being silent for a couple of seconds. I took a deep breath, and asked if I could pray for her. And she agreed. After we prayed together, she admitted that she had nobody else to open her problem to, since all she had during that moment was her 4-year-old child (my student). As I continued to listen, I was simply awestruck by God’s work. This situation is certainly bigger than myself, so I’m thankful to the Lord for breaking through mightily at that particular moment.
I have to be honest, friends. At the level of my own fleshly nature, I could have just ignored the matter. I could have just walked away, and went straight to do my task. But seeing this through the lens of Jesus, I had to step out in faith. I desired to please my heavenly Master and do the task that He’s placed in my heart to do – to serve and love His people even when it’s inconvenient.
By God’s grace, I could say that I love where I am now not because it’s easy, but because I get to meet people who have a sense of brokenness within them. I love where the Lord has planted me, because He’s blessed me with such an opportunity to bring the church outside of its four walls.
Two weeks ago, I remember myself preaching to our youth group that the church in its in original Greek text would refer to the people (“assembly”, “congregation”) and not the structure. The church is a living organism, capable of movement, where Jesus is at its very core. (Oh, what a way to put this truth in application!)
As I recall what transpired today, I could only stand in awe of God. I’m so thankful that it was Him who moved and that He enabled me to flee from the temptation of being apathetic. I’m thankful for the parent who opened her heart to me, even if we hardly knew each other. I’m grateful for each detail — for the Lord was in it, above it, behind it, through it. All these things were definitely for His glory and for our good.