I just love that as Christians, God has given us each other. He has distributed various gifts and callings among His people.
1 Corinthians 12:12
The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.
Years ago we were part of a church that offered a gifts test. I remember sitting next to a friend that answered yes to the question “Do you enjoy hosting meals in your home?” When I got to that question on my test, I pridefully checked yes too for two important reasons: 1) Because I was a Christian and knew that there were verses in the Bible that said I was supposed to be hospitable and 2) because I was secretly competing with the girl next to me.
Every month of that next year, I was called and given a new church member’s name to prepare a meal for and host in my home. The girl on my left never got these arduous duties because she scored higher in another area on the test. A year of these meals! Count them . . . that’s twelve home-cooked meals being served to strangers while my two toddlers hung on my legs during the meal preparation, service, and table time. The kids only detached themselves from my body when they would declare, “Mommy, I gotta use the potty! Right now!!” Why is it that toddlers never give you a heads-up like three minutes before they are about to wet their pants? At my house it was always a ten-second warning.
As I’ve gotten to know many women through the years, it is always fascinating to me to hear what things a woman enjoys doing while the lady right next to her hates those exact activities. I know ladies who love ironing and mowing the lawn because of the quick feeling of satisfaction it gives them and organizing a drawer brings them warm, emotional waves of peace. Meanwhile if you asked them to write a poem or create a costume, they would feel extremely stressed. I love teaching K through 5th grade at my church, but if you put me in with the newborns, I would be watching the clock until service was dismissed. God has wired us all so differently because He has a world to reach and wants to use His children to reach it.
As a little girl in church, I remember hearing the story of Noah having the faith and obedience to build an ark that would save his family. That Sunday I went home, determined in my heart to have faith and obey. The next week after hearing the story of Queen Esther, I made plans to always be brave, even if it cost me my life. The weeks that followed were lessons on Daniel, David, and Jonah. By the time I was ten, I thought I had to build an ark, save a people group, be thrown into a lion’s den, slay a giant, and possibly be swallowed by a whale. As I’ve gotten older, I am relieved to know that the only Bible story I have to live is mine. The one that He has set out before me to live in obedience to Him.
The way I see it, the church is like a huge marching band. We all are skilled on the instrument that He has selected for us. The administrators can play all those detailed sounds on their flutes, the visionaries are pounding the drums, and all the giftings in between are making a beautiful sound unto Him.
I’m so honored to be in this band with you, and I will play my kazoo the best I can as we march to His tune!