As I mentioned before, our church is studying the book of James this summer. It’s been convicting on many, many levels but never so much as today.
Today we were looking at the final verses in Chapter one. Basically, James tells us to put some legs on our faith. To be selfless. To look after the unfortunate. And by doing these things, we will know that our faith is true.
27Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
Ironically enough, this week poses some of the biggest challenges I have had in this area in a long time. Things have transpired that are calling me (in the smallest of ways) to die to myself and my desires. And let me tell you that I am not dying a pretty death. In fact, I think that I am fighting it tooth and nail.
You see, I had an agenda for the week. The details were already worked out in my head. The plans were laid. The timing of things I had to do and when I needed to do them set firmly down.
And then everything changed.
I did not like it one little bit.
These new developments did not fit in with my plans. They will require changes and modifications and yes, even some sacrifice (again, embarrassingly small).
All of which, if I am truly trying to live out my faith in any real way, I should have just accepted as His plan for this week and gone about being joyful.
I will admit that I have failed miserably in that department. I instead have allowed myself to feel frustrated and angry and even a little bit bitter.
Perhaps I have become a bit polluted by the world. Or a bit jaded or calloused by the needs I see around me. I was reminded of this yesterday afternoon.
We were on our way to the movies yesterday when we passed a homeless guy at the entrance to the interstate. There is always someone there and I have, on occasion, given them something. But this day, JD and I were talking about something and while I noticed him, that is all I did.
Several minutes later I heard some sniffling coming from the back seat. I turned around to find big fat tears running down Elena’s face. I initially thought she had read something upsetting in the book she held in her hands. Turns out she was crying about the homeless man. She cried for the entire 20 minutes we were in the car and there was just no consoling her.
Oh that my heart was still as tender. Because we are not commanded to take care of the orphans and widows just when we feel like it or when it is convenient.
The lessons I’ve still to learn?
They are never ending.
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