Random thoughts gallop through my mind all the time. Occasionally, I grab hold of one that looks rather pithy and examine it. Here's one that I found during church yesterday. (Before the sermon, Kevin. :) )
Mrs. Gommels, the dear, sweet lady who always sits ahead of us in church, got up after the first hymn and went out. She soon returned with a bulletin. My first thought was, "If I'd known she needed one, I would've sent my son out to get one for her." In an aside, James loves handing out bulletins, and Mrs. Gommels is nearly eighty.
I have always maintained that one of the best things I could teach my children is that when you are at church and something needs doing, you should jump in and do it, whether it is vacuuming flood water, making coffee, or cutting up fruit. (See previous blogs) The random thought that galloped through was that I should dress my kids in SWAT or FBI shirts and blazon the word SERVANT across the back and breast pocket. That way they and everyone else would know, these kids are here to serve.
Then I had a "Well, DUH!" moment. And slightly convicting too. Shouldn't I be likewise attired? What would happen if I wore a SERVANT shirt? Would I be quicker to see needs and how I could help? Would I be more likely to jump in and do? Better yet, would my attitude about doing be better?
Further mulling of the thought (Still before the sermon, Kevin!) revealed that we ALL should be wearing that SERVANT shirt. It would revolutionize our ministries if we all shouted from the rooftops that we were servants, then girded our loins with a towel and knelt down to wash each other's stinky feet.
And it ain't just for Sunday, neither! All this week, though my shirt will probably be red (I love wearing red t-shirts) I'm going to imagine that it is navy blue with bold yellow letters: SERVANT. How about you? Are you willing to don the gear and serve others?