“I intend to be inconvenienced for Jesus’ sake!”
These words are ones that often ring in my head when
I have decisions to make about involvement in other people’s lives.
Do I really mean this?
They are very hard words, to be honest.
And the very word “inconvenienced” is something that goes against my grain.
Sometimes I tell myself that I am getting older.
That I deserve some peace and quiet.
That my heart has been walked on enough.
And when all is said and done, how much difference will my contribution to the Kingdom really make? How much of it is wood, hay and stubble?
How much is gold, siver, precious jewels?
And how much is my “inconvenience” enabling someone else to ignore what God wants to say to them through the struggle? Do I allow people to struggle just because it is “good for them” and “they’ll never learn if they don’t hit bottom” (or some other inane thing I like to say when I really don’t feel like being involved)?
And why are the most heartrending stories on my back door step?
And why are they so incredibly cute?
“Lord Jesus, the children, THE CHILDREN!!!
May you have mercy on us all!
And in that mercy, may your greatest gift be that of showing us the way to love as you do,
Inconvenienced, or not.”