The Servant

It's funny that I find myself writing another post on servanthood. After all, that was the theme of my week at Lake Lundgren a few months back. If that week was the precursor to the week I just spent in Mexico, they flow pretty beautifully together. I got to put into action so many things that I learned, about servanthood, Spanish, friends and life. God has made such a vast world and we spend our entire lives focused on our one little slice. The human race is so much more than my little corner of Sheboygan, Wisconsin. The cultures vary, the conditions vary, the language varies, but some things don't. For instance, our God is the same. As is His definition of servanthood. I thought I would go to Mexico as a great helper, a man to fix the problems of the world. But that's not what a servant is, a servant isn't trying to fix the world. A servant sits back quietly and uses the gifts he has received from God to brighten the day of the least of these. I wasn't turning anyone's life upside down or breaking down the doors of drug houses. I sat in a nursery and played with toddlers like I do bi-monthly at church. I didn't erect walls and house homeless. I clumsily learned how to semi-use a power drill (and I'm fairly certain all the work I accomplished with that drill had to be re-done.). God is good in every country and continent. I praise Him for the opportunity I had to hear of Hos power and goodness in a foreign land. I praise Him for all the work that gets done at Foundation For His Ministry. I also praise Him that I don't have to stay in Mexico to be the servant He calls me to be. To God be the glory.