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We’ve been away for a bit, hiding from social media and technology. This then, serves as my inspiration for the final stretch toward 2016.
In all our human (humane) efforts to bring hope, joy and fulfilment to thousands of people across the globe, we need, perhaps, to remember….WE ARE MERE INSTRUMENTS in the hands of the One who set us on our paths. Yes, we are compelled to do the work….to listen to the voice speaking in our hearts, demanding that we never give up our calling to serve, to help, to uplift….but their is Someone who will see it through, who will ensure the success of every small act of kindness.
We, as instruments, should therefore hold on to this scripture….no good deed ever goes to waste, no small act of decency and kindness goes unnoticed….what we, the instruments, are doing is IMPORTANT. You may not be mentioned in the same breath as other people and organizations that have the financial capacity to fund global outreach programmes. Your deed may seem insignificant compared to things like a worldwide campaign against hunger….it is not so. That bread you gave to the beggar on the corner meant as much to him as the tons of food airlifted into disaster or war-torn areas and gratefully received by starving millions; that child you took in from the cold….your care means as much to him as the love and care experienced by thousands of orphaned children across the world when, at last, they find a home.
Never stop caring, because your kindness serves a greater purpose.
I conclude this post with one of my favorite hymns. The words were so apt….have a look….all we can do, as servants, instruments, is to humbly offer our love and service.
I VOW TO YOU, MY SAVIOUR
After I Vow to Thee, My Country (1918) by Cecil Spring-Rice(1859-1918), revised and adapted by Richard T Bewes
Music: Thaxted (1921) from Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity from The Planets (Op 32) (1914-1916) by Gustav Holst (1874-1934)
I vow to you, my Saviour, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no questions, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that knows the price,
The love that stands indebted before your sacrifice.
And there’s a royal country, I’ve heard of long ago,
It speaks of grace and heaven, a place that all may know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her emblem on a hilltop — the Cross of suffering,
And soul by soul and silently, her citizens increase,
Her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
O tell me of the Kingdom, that stands the test of time,
O lead me to its gateway, and speak the word sublime
That tells me I’m forgiven, my name is in the Book,
Thy Cross of Jesus holds me, as heav’nward I look;
Baptised into a living hope, I’ll walk the path that’s new;
The prize of God in Jesus, forever I’ll pursue.
So light the fire within me, and let me fan the flame,
and fill me with the Spirit, that I may bear your Name;
In season and in hardship, to run my given race
O keep me ever-burning until I see your face.
I vow to you, my Saviour, that where your feet have trod,
I’ll serve and always follow my Master and my God!
Stay blessed, friends, until we meet again.