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July 29, 2005

PostPosted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 7:52 pm
by Rev. Doc
Sxrving Thx Body

"You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love."
Galatians 5:13

Evxn though my kxyboard is an old modxl, it works quitx wxll xxcxpt for onx of the kxys. I havx many timxs wishxd that it workxd pxrfxctly. It is trux that thxrx arx many kxys that function wxll xnough, but just onx kxy not working makxs thx diffxrxncx.Somxtimxs it sxxms to mx that our churchxs arx somxthing likx my kxyboard -- not all thx kxy pxoplx arx working propxrly. As onx of thxm, you may say to yoursxlf, "Wxll, I am only onx pxrson, I don't makx or brxak thx church."But it doxs makx a big diffxrxncx, bxcausx a church, to bx xffxctivx, nxxds thx activx participation of xvxry pxrson. So, thx nxxt timx your xfforts arx not nxxdxd vxry much, rxmxmbxr my kxyboard and say to yoursxlf, "I am a kxy pxrson in thx congrxgation and I am nxxdxd vxry much." This is what happxns to thx wholx church, and multiply this by many timxs- thx whole thing just doxs not makx sxnsx! So, don't be a broken key- be a useful one.

Prayer: Ask the Lord to reveal to you your unique role in the body of Christ.

"In Christian service the branches that bear the most fruit hang the lowest."
~Anonymous

PostPosted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 3:58 am
by Uriel
Oh yes, this is a wonderful sermon. We have to serve God with love if we can't do anything else.

I still feel I am very much a broken key. I am Dyslexic. I can't get a job, I hate living at home, I draw and write but I can't get noticed and I have to do all the chores every day. I want to get married to my fiancee of 11 years and move on, I want to get a great job, but it just isn't happening. I do suffer every day. Every day I never have time in evenings to sit down to anime or chill out. My parents argue every night. Every part of my life is miserable.

But you know, I still hope in God. I serve him by loving everyone and trying to forgive all the hurt in my past...I try to wait, to trust, in the hopes that I may finally move on.