to be cancer
The sun was overwhelming. Amazing and overwhelming. After weeks of rainy weather, what a longed for treat to rise and go with the world lit up. Birds were actually chirping. This Sunday was beginning as perfect and peaceful as I could imagine.
Afternoon found us heading to brother-in-laws house for late lunch. His family had just returned home from their church, and they would barbecue hamburgers and hot dogs, basking in the beauty of the day.
We arrived, husband and myself, six hungry children in tow. Greetings were made, children disappear into their various imaginations and play lands, and conversation begins.
Brother-in-law passionately begins a narration of what his pastor had spoken about in church that morning. I listen intently, always hungering for some bread from God's Word.
He starts telling us about cancer, the way cancer feeds off of the other parts of the body, contributing nothing from itself but pain and destruction. He then explains that his pastor compared those in the church who come in on Sunday, sit down and do nothing except for feed off of what others do, to cancer. The cancer of the church.
My heart sank.
Then came the end... brother-in-law left church concluding that he and his wife were cancers. They joked about it on the way home but were truly convicted, he shares. They could at least pass out bulletins, be ushers or something.
I feel tears welling up and I leave the room, heading for the bathroom, somewhere to breath.
Why? Why has this ungodly burden been put on God's children by man?
It is good, it is right to live for the Lord, FOR THE LORD. Not for a building. When are we going to stop telling God's children that if they are not serving in a specific way, a specific place they are not doing anything for God...in fact THEY ARE CANCER on the body of CHRIST?
I have been known to speak passionately against things that I feel wrong, destructive and divisive. Yet my passion becomes rudeness in the face of those it is directed towards. I could not leave that bathroom until my emotions were under control.
I closed my eyes tightly, I told myself not to be so upset, that the underlying message WAS GOOD. But, I argued with myself, the received message was WRONG. It overlooked people's callings and ministries if they were not part of their local church building.
The daddy who woke up at 4 am everyday to work in a warehouse and provide for his family, who went to church to be refreshed from his hard work, who worked such long hours so his wife could stay home and raise and teach their kiddos, who made sure to pray with the kids every night before bed, was told he was cancer.
The elderly lady who had spent her entire life running from God, who had denied Him and hid from Him, who had finally put her trust in Him and believed Him, who barely made it to church on Sunday because of her physical ailments but did make it, beaming, so joyful to be amongst her new family, she learned she was cancer.
The businessman who had no time to do anything on Sunday but attend church, who ran his business with honest principles and taught his employees to be respectful, virtuous and trustworthy, who explained to them that he ran his business to please God when they asked him why, this Sunday he learned he was cancer.
I prayed. I asked for a humble heart, for help to not be self-righteous in "knowing" the fault in the sermon. I left the bathroom, walking slowly, taking deep breaths. Entering the kitchen, I took a seat at the table in the chair which my husband had left empty and pulled out, waiting for me. Silent, I listened to the conversation going on around me. As soon as I perceived the end of the talk, I looked up.
"YOU ARE NOT CANCER."
Brother-in-law turns his gaze upon me. I repeat, "You are not cancer."
"In our service to the church, we are to serve God's children. That doesn't just mean people in our local church. That includes literal children. Which means YOUR children. They are in the body of Christ. Your children, your wife. Serving them is serving the church."
I see his look of understanding, of considering something which he hadn't before. I continue,
"When you work and provide for your family, you are serving the body of Christ. Your wife taking care of your boys, teaching them, keeping you fed is her ministry. There may be a season in life for passing out church bulletins, but the love and care of your family is forever and just as, if not more, important.
If your only service, your only ministry, is what you do for your family, I believe at the end of your life God will say to you, 'WELL DONE, GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT.' "
Emotions beginning to show, I whispered one last time, "You are not cancer," and sat back.
"You're right," brother-in-law responded. "Thanks."
The day wore on, we finished eating and went home. My mind and heart remained fixed on what I had heard that day, and my sadness for those brothers and sisters walking around thinking they are a cancer on the body grew. How I long to show them otherwise. They are beautiful, called into service of the King wherever they are, whatever they are doing.
Jesus, thank you for calling me into your service. Help me to remember that when I am serving my family, I am serving You. Thank you for every opportunity I have to show your love, kindness and gentleness to others. Remind me to make the most of every circumstance.
*a repost today. thanks for grace friends*