by Wilma Martens, guest writer
About 6-7 years ago, my church, Salem Ridge Community Church, held special interest classes. I was asked to lead a knitting/crochet class. In that group were several young, un- married pregnant ladies who were excited about making baby blankets and other projects for their new babies. After the official class was over, group members asked if they could continue to come to my home to knit. Of course, with knitting, between fixing mistakes, there is a lot of conversation…sharing life together.
Now, every Monday night, it is a noisy place as I stretch the table for 12 to 14 people with 6 babies under the age of 4. This has become a group of friends at different life seasons, getting together to love, care, encourage and support each other.
But…is it a ministry? If it was a ministry what would it look like? Well, we would see successful results.
We would see people’s lives changed and they would certainly start making wiser choices because of our influence. Right? In the ideal world messed up, hurting people would come to us, we would explain to them what they should do, have a quick prayer to seal it and then we would watch them blossom into amazing people of God.
If I could see those results then I could see this as a ministry. But, what if there are no such results? Is it still a ministry?
I have gotten very discouraged, until I learned to release all results and expectations to God. It’s not about me or you. I may not be able to change hearts, but God can. I cannot open their eyes, but God can. I cannot heal their wounded spirits, but God can. We can speak life but He can give new life. He can also redeem our mistakes and restore our destinies. Our job is to see others as God sees them and to show love and acceptance no matter what; to show others who God created them to be.
I believe Papa God is going someplace with this thing and I want to go along. I want to be part of what He is doing. My life challenge is found in Roman 8:15-17 (The Message)”…this resurrected life…is adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa? “ I don’t know where you are going Papa but can I go along with you?
I am also reminded of another discouraged lady in 2 Kings 4:1. She came to Elisha and told him that her husband was dead and they were going to take her sons. Remember the story? Elisha asked her what she had to offer and she answered’ “not very much…just a little oil.” She was instructed to gather the vessels, pour in the little she had to offer and God took care of filling up the rest.
Even though I don’t have much to offer and we have not seen the results we would like, I’m going to keep gathering up the vessels. I’m going to keep on pouring into them the little bit I have and then watch expectantly as God takes it from here.