The Body

Yesterday I wrote about Satan and how he made me feel unworthy to serve the Lord. I really should have added that we go to an awesome church and they welcomed us and have NEVER made us feel unworthy.

Before I start rambling I have to tell ya something. I have a net book that I usually type on. The keyboard on the net book is about half the size of my lap top. I have gotten use to it tho. I am currently typing on the lap top and it is AWESOME!!! Not so many typos and much easier on the fat fingers. Well now that tangent is done lets set off to see what is in my head.

I have probably talked about this before but I have a problem paying attention to anything that is not on my radar. If someone brings it to my attention I can be all over it in just a matter of seconds, but it has to be brought to my attention. Once things are brought to my attention I want to fix it , take care of it.

I am not Bible scholar. I don't read my Bible like I should. I do know that we are extorted (that's a Bible word right?) to minister to one another. We are to minister to those in need. I feel that many people come to Christ because someone just cared about them. Why am I telling you this? Well...

I have been in a place were I didn't think my church family cared about me. I won't go into a lot of details but let me say it was a very tough year for me and my hubby. It cumulated when my father-in-law died and we didn't receive a phone call or visit from the church. We were active in Sunday School, hubby sang in choir, we were active on Wednesday nights. No one acknowledged the pain that my husband was in. He did get a card from his Sunday School class a month later that said sorry but we were busy with our lives. We decided not too long after that to look for a new church. When people asked why was were looking I would tell this story and say my church wasn't there for us when we needed them. There were excuses and blamed was placed, sometimes on us, sometimes on others.

Now why did I tell you that? After two years I finally realized what I felt. I was abandoned by my church. I was left in the cold to fend for myself. I know that someone will say "Silly girl you are just wrong" but it is my feelings and you can't tell me my feelings are wrong. During that long year in my life the church had opportunity ofter opportunity to minister to us. To make up for a wrong that was done but no one reached out to us.

What if I looked for somewhere else that would minister to me and hubby? A bar? A new set of friends? Football? A TV preacher? I know that I am being dramatic. How many people do you know right now that are hurting? Sometimes they don't show it. Not all hurting people are depressed and look like they have been crying. It's not always a pain you can see. What about if someone's spirit has ben crushed? What does that look like? When you go to church next time look around you. Who is hurting? Who can you minister to? Sometimes it is just a hug or an acknowledgment that they are there.

Going to school I heard the phrase, command. I'm not sure what it is but here it is "Whatever you do for the least of these you also do to me" They has always stuck with me. We need to be His arms, His hands, His feet since we are His body.


If We Are The Body Lyrics
Casting Crowns It's crowded in worship today
As she slips in
Trying to fade into the faces
The girls' teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know
Farther than they know

CHORUS
But if we are the Body
Why aren't His arms reaching
Why aren't His hands healing
Why aren't His words teaching
And if we are the Body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way
There is a way

A traveler is far away from home
He sheds his coat
And quietly sinks into the back row
The weight of their judgmental glances tells him that his chances
Are better out on the road

CHORUS
But if we are the Body
Why aren't His arms reaching
Why aren't His hands healing
Why aren't His words teaching
And if we are the Body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way

Jesus paid much too high a price
For us to pick and choose who should come
And we are the Body of Christ

Chorus (2x)
If we are the body
Why aren't His arms reaching
Why aren't His hands healing
Why aren't His words teaching
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way

Jesus is the way