For even the Son of Man did not come to be
served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” Mark 10:45
Flora — the world of plants. There are
myriad little blades of grasses and just as many plants! Their mission in life
is to give — for nourishment, for strength, for comfort and for beauty. They
make no demands — they exist for others. God created them for that purpose.
There are unnumbered wildflowers, giving
forth beauty and sweetness and fragrance perhaps in places where no eye will
ever see them — no onlooker ever appreciate them — ready to be trampled down
and broken or to bloom their whole life without praise. They bloom where they
are planted for the sheer joy of blooming.
Trees. They give without prejudice. They
bear fruit. They shelter. They bring comfort and relief from the elements with
their shade. They bring beauty to an otherwise barren earth. Could we say that
they lift their “leafy” arms to praise God — living with purpose where He
planted them? Giving as they were created to give?
Brooks, streams, waterfalls. They start at
the heights and cascade carelessly, joyously down, ever going lower and lower,
giving of themselves to refresh, to heal, to cause growth, to cleanse, to bring
beauty.
Fauna — the world of animals. This is a
higher form of life. They have the innate ability to respond to their world.
God created them to portray His majesty, His creativity, His authority, and His
love. Look at the dog. Oh, he does respond to love and has a fierce loyalty to
his master. He loves unconditionally. He doesn’t care what his master looks
like, his clothes, the color of his skin, or where he lives. He will protect
his master and give his own life if necessary to stand between him and any
evil. The greater the love that is given to that creature, the greater is his
desire to give in return.
There is the sun. It sheds its light and
its warmth freely on everyone — the just and the unjust — the evil and the good
— lighting and warming dark places. It is the epitome of giving: Self-giving,
self-sharing — in common bond with all who will open themselves to its light
and warmth.
And then there is unregenerate man.
Where is the spontaneous self-giving of
creation?
Where is the desire to bring loveliness to
the world through giving?
Where are the unconditional love and the
fierce loyalty that the dog gives?
Is it in there somewhere? Yes.
There is “regeneration” — the highest form
of Life! And after the miracle of regeneration we begin to feel a stirring
within, realizing that it is “so happy” to love, even if one is not loved in
return. There is a loyalty that will suffer martyrdom. That Christ-love within
the new man will express itself in compassion and giving just as He did when He
walked the dirty paths of Galilee — giving, always giving. He gave of Himself
to nourish, to comfort, to beautify for the joy of giving. He serves,
unappreciated, with no praise, for the joy of serving. He exists to glorify God
and has a common bond with all who will but receive — loving the just and the
unjust, shedding light in the darkness.
As new creatures in Christ that self-giving
Life is ours — it is within us! But we very often strangle that life — we tie
the hands that want to reach out in love — we refuse to lift our arms to hug or
to praise — we imprison Him in our selfish, lifeless clay cells — living in
solitary confinement as we refuse to acknowledge His indwelling presence, His
love, His power, and His compassion.
Lord, may we see that we exist to glorify
You — we were created for that purpose — to glorify You!
Therefore, what will do that most
effectively will be the path You will choose for me. It might be in
unappreciated, unknown places, trampled on and broken or perhaps to bloom our
entire life with no praise. May we give with no thought of return. May we make
our part of the world lovely just because of Your presence living through us.
Oh, but help us to remember, dear Lord, that You view our giving and You say,
“You are doing a marvelous job, dear one. You are a wonderful servant.”
Servant (n): one employed by another; one devoted
to another
- Annabel Gillham
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