I sat at the same computer from 6:23 to 9:49 yesterday.
That's AM to PM with three trips to the fridge for Coke and two trips to the bathroom.
Yeah, making stellar updates take time. It will be worth it, but I was in need of a break.
So after such a long day, what did I do? I went home to eat and sleep.
Pulling a couple asprin out of the bottle, I managed to empty the entire 300 tablets on our remodeling kitchen floor. Tiny pills. Annoying pills. Pills that would stop a headache were now about to give me one.
My first thought was "hit undo!"
But I couldn't. Some things can't be undone.
My second thought was "ignore them. go to bed. they will be gone in the morning."
But some mistakes don't disappear like so many silverfish in the bathroom tub when you flick on the light in the morning.
I had three options.
A. Ignore them.
B. Get a broom, sweep them up and throw them away, or
C. If you're a stingey Norwegian steward with a deep sense of guilt at wasting the slightest crumb because there are children starving somewhere in the world - or in this case in need of an asprin - you get down on your hands and knees and pick them up one at a time.
Not by the handfulls. They are too small. One at a time.
So, what does this have to do with youth and family ministry you might ask?
I'm glad you asked.
Our kids are out of the bottle. They're on the floor. They could be ignored. They could be walked on and crushed to powder. They could merely be swept up and thrown away.
Or we could find people - stingy stewards of God's grace who don't want a single one to be left behind - and get down on our hands and knees and pick them up. Gather them into the bottle. Keep them safe and together and in a good place.
Even if we're tired. Pick 'em up.
Even if we've had a long day at work. Pick 'em up.
Even if we don't feel like it. Pick 'em up.
We pick them up. That's what Christians do.
We pick them up. Lovingly. Carefully. One at a time.
That's what love is.
That's what God does.
That's your calling.
And it's also your call.
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