A couple of weeks ago, after my preaching minister went on sabbatical, I was asked by my involvement minister if I’d like to speak on a Sunday evening. I said yes, and that Sunday evening was last night.
I wanted to let my church family know a little about what I do; that I work with a lot of terrific people; and that we’re all ministers in service to God – whether employed by the church and titled “minister” or not.
I also wanted to share something that’s been on my heart, something I’ve wanted to blog about for months and be able to say that I’ve struggled with and conquered and have an answer to.
But I don’t.
The message I shared was a more grown-up version of the one I had shared with the children of many of them who attend the Christian school with a campus at our church facility; one I blogged about as What the Rich Man Lacked.
I went too long. I spoke too much. I should have stuck to the condensed, kids’ version.
Still, I was able to share a burden that has been weighing on me for some time now.
Jesus said, “Sell your possessions and give to the poor.” (Luke 12:33-34)
Was it a command? A suggestion? A gift that, if accepted, would bless our lives with the joy of sacrificial giving – experienced first-hand?
I don’t have the answer yet.
All I know is that Jesus said it.
And I have never done it.