Text of Talk by Ana Martin on Sunday October 31, 2004
I am Ana
Martin. I’m going to speak very briefly about ministry today. Not because
I don’t have a lot to say. I do. I usually do. I’ve written this
stewardship talk about four times now. That’s a gracious plenty. Each
time there’s something different. I could write a book on this.
You’ll be happy to hear that I’m not going to read you a first
draft.
Jim
asked me to talk about why I give myself to ministry. Why I enter into it with
passion and with the conviction that I’m going about God’s work.
Why is it that I behave as if something will be done when it seems, in fact,
really unlikely? Truth is, God made me that way and prayer only increases this
tendency. Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes that’s bad. I
don’t wade into cold water. I jump. I am not a pessimist. I’m a
realist. And what I know is that God is reality. All the rest of it, jobs, tv
shows, obsessing over the beauty or cleanliness of the house, the quest to be
the epitome of Suzy Homemaker is a futile effort to avoid wrestling with Him.
To stay in the Sycamore tree. To try to avoid the massive overhaul that
He’s got planned for us through the work of consistent and diligent
ministry.
Furthermore, there’s this
four-year-old child who is watching me. He will hold me accountable. He hears
me pray, they all hear us pray: And now, Lord, send us out to do the work you
have given us to do. To love and serve you with gladness and singleness of
heart. I could pray this in front of him every day but if I didn’t
actually do it, what would it mean? What would I be telling him about
integrity? About being accountable? About how seriously we take our
relationship with God? Our children know what we value. They are not confused.
Living with integrity in front of this child is very important. Ministry is a
big part of that. It’s my chance.
<>The time I spend in ministry feeds me.
Compare these two scenes. Scene one: sitting on the couch reading a book
about spirituality. Scene two: standing with a child in the atrium. He’s
got a Bible in his hands. He’s six. He’s just asked you about the
nature of transubstantiation although that’s not the language that
he’s used. And you’ve asked him what he thinks. He tells you that
Jesus said it’s His body and blood and that he believes Jesus.
Oh.
Why do I make time for ministry? Are
you kidding me? Why would I have a Big Mac when I can have a steak?
There is no job or overtime on the
planet that will satisfy my need to be right with God the way ministry does.
Money doesn’t buy the peace that I have when I sense that God is saying
“Well done good and faithful servant.” You ask me why I give myself
to ministry. Why I spend so much time here. As if, knowing what I know, having
seen what I have seen and heard what I have heard, there’s a choice.
There’s an uneasiness that
creeps in when I’ve gone a day or two without going about my
Father’s work. Or when the work isn’t going well. It matters. And I
don’t think that my experience is unique. There are plenty of folks who
have plunged into ministry here. Ask Roger. Gail. Meg. Margaret. Allen. Hale.
Lucy. Brian. That’s a start. There are so many others. I think that all
God requires is that we say Yes when he calls us, that we pray hard and aim to
do His work, that we rely upon Him completely. If we do this, it’s
enough. He doesn’t look upon us from heaven and say “well,
we’ve done a cost-benefit analysis on your ministry and it’s not
terribly impressive.” That’s the world talking. When we do our best
to follow the instructions that He gives us He is pleased. That is what
we’re after here, isn’t it? That is why we show up, right?
This is why I do what I do.
My
prayer for you is this: that you will say Yes when you’re called. A Yes
like Mary’s. “I am the servant of the Lord.” Pray without
ceasing. Ask boldly that you be used for God’s purposes and that you be
given discernment. Having prayed and meditated with purity of heart,
that you will go forth with confidence. Know that the road will not be easy.
Expect problems. Persist. Pray some more. Then thank God. And sleep well.
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