A Gift of God

We had just finished practicing for the service. I grabbed my makeup bag and hurried to the bathroom.

I broke a fingernail during practice and already accidentally scratched my face. I trimmed the nail and filed it smooth.

Then I got out my lip butter. It’s a creamy pot of a deep wine color. Sara and Linda were in the bathroom and I explained…

“My lip cracked. I’m camouflaging it in case it bleeds.”

I visited with Sara as I strolled back to the sanctuary. Opening the door, I saw there were less than 2 minutes before the service.

I missed prayer before the service. (Yikes!)

And I was almost late to start. (Sigh.)

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After playing, I caught up with my son, the worship leader. I apologized for missing prayer.

Numbers 18:7, “But only you and your sons may serve as priests, working around the altar and inside the curtain. The work of the priesthood is my exclusive gift to you; it cannot be delegated…” The Message

“I have to punish you,” he joked. “You cannot play on Wednesday night.”

(There’s no service on Wednesday night. We have a special Thanksgiving service on Tuesday night.)

I acted shocked. Doesn’t he know I’m a gift from God? (Just kidding.)

Numbers 18:6, “I’m giving them to you as a gift, a gift from God, to help with the work of the Tent of Meeting.” The Message

Would we treat workers differently if we truly saw them as a gift of God? Each worker is a gift. Have you thanked the Ushers? Board Members? Children’s Workers? Nursery Attendants? Sound men?

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