The Show Must Go On…

There are many things in this world that I don’t understand. I don’t understand quantum physics. I don’t understand women. I don’t why people enjoy shopping. I don’t understand the BCS. And I don’t understand why people get up before the sun to save a few bucks on junk they don’t need. But the one thing that baffles me more than all these, although women would be a close second, is why God has delighted to use me to accomplish His redemptive purposes.

Now you might be scratching your head wondering what I am talking about. Let’s just say that the past few months I have been privileged to start a ministry working with college students. There were days when I did not want to go to work. There were others when I was more concerned about things of the world than the things of God. And there were still other days when I was selfish, sinful, and sarcastic. I have considered the things that I have accomplished in recent months and in all honesty most of what I have achieved is not able to hold water. Yet in spite of all this, God is at work! I am know this on account of two reasons: 1) the Bible says that He is and 2) I have seen it myself. At the moment, I don’t feel the need to recount how I have seen Him work. You are just going to have to take my word for it. But like I said I don’t understand why God delights to use me to further His redemptive plan.

There are others who are stronger, better looking, more eloquent, smarter, and more creative. There are those with more experience, greater vision, and more charisma, but for whatever reason these things don’t really matter much to God. Sure, He delights in these things, but only when He sees Himself reflected in them. And God delights to use busted vessles like you and me because when all is said and done and I am honest with myself, I have to admit that I did not really contribute anything apart from how God worked through me and then God gets the glor and I get an assist, at best. But assists aren’t bad, John Stockton and Magic Johnson had brilliant careers in the NBA dishing out assists. However, this is different to put it mildly. The fact of the matter is that I am not a point guard in some sort of spiritual basketball game, rather I am role player who is playing my part to help make Chirst look great, as if he needed my help.

I realize that this metaphor can be picked apart and some smarter than I would be so bold as to point out the logical and philosophical inconsistencies of such thinking, but like I said it is a metaphor. Then again those individuals probably see themselves as being vital to the success of God’s plan. Just between you and me, the secret is that they aren’t and neither am I and for that matter neither are you. So conisder how God has delighted to use you to extend His kingdom, to bring glory to His name, and even though you thought screwed up the whole thing, the show went on and will continue to do so until He decides when to it is time for it all to end. Yet until that day, there is work to be done and it will be done with or without me.