Pennsylvania was the venue for a major ministry in the cool winter climate. In my computer were five messages and one workshop ready to be delivered in the course of two and a half days. That is a load of work.
When I consider that each time a speaker delivers a word from God, the responsibility is massive. Representing Him accurately each time and then fending off spiritual challenges and physical challenges at the same time is a daunting task. All of us who preach and teach love to respond to God’s call yet we know that the preparation and delivery of our calling is weighty.
After the first presentation, I was feeling the task in front of me. It is a lot like the first lap on a long foot race. Or it is similar to the first leg of a long bicycle ride. Your mind wonders if your body is already spent.
It was time for a walk. So, I went outside. My coat and cap were tightly worn to insulate me against the cold winds of the NE.
There on a hill I could enjoy the scene of the valley below. Grass cushioned my feet. Trees that had long since shut down into winter mode stood like bare sentinels waiting for warmer temperatures in the distant Spring.
Clouds heavily laden with moisture fly overhead looking for comrades to share their moisture loads and find an excuse to drop it on the earth. Birds flitted about scarfing up stray seeds. Squirrels had escaped their nests and foraged for food and chased each other relentlessly as if their energy levels would burst if they stayed docile for too long.
Caught up in the middle of God’s great creation, I realized that my load had disappeared. The weight of representing Him was now a distant memory, swallowed up in the greatness of who He is and the certainty of His presence. Standing as part of His creative hand with life teaming around me reminded me that ministry is all about Him.
I breathed in deeply. The air was fresh and clean. My lungs relished the moment.
He would be faithful and I surrendered myself to His assurances. Faithful friends from around the nation and the world would be praying for this ministry. Studied up, prayed up and rested up I was ready to keep going through the weekend of service. God would do His amazing work and I was privileged to be a part of it.
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