WHAT SHOULD CHRISTIANS BE DOING?" PART II

“What Should Christians Be Doing?”

By Elisabeth K.

We watch with baited breath as the world compliantly, cooperatively, nay gleefully, jumps into the hand-basket that is taking it to hell, waiting-waiting-waiting for the Rapture. Maybe I’m not the only one literally looking skywards some days, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jesus on the horizon. I even had a dream about it not long ago. I was in a beautiful grassy field with thousands of other people, and we were all running up a hill with our arms stretched out—we were all calling for Jesus to come down out of the sky and take us home.

It’s a wonderful thing to anticipate. I literally get a little thrill in my soul when it really hits me that we could all be in heaven soon and our earthly fight will be over. But it isn’t like waiting on Christmas—we can’t just sit here making a list of all the great things we’re going to do and the questions we’re going to ask when we get to heaven. We need to seriously consider what we each can be doing while we wait, and it won’t be the same for everyone, but there should be something. Personally, I worry about how much treasure I’m storing up in heaven—not because I expect to find a giant pile of Angel Gold so I can go shopping or anything. I don’t want to get up there and have only a tiny pile of glitter to show my Father simply because I spent so much of my life wasting time by waiting with my hands in my lap.

> Now, I’m a very contrary person. Sometimes this can benefit me—most times it does not. But I find that in certain situations, it is just what I need. It keeps me from believing lies—it keeps me from accepting any old story that comes down the pike—it keeps me on my toes. Mega-churches, however well-meaning and/or possibly effective they may be in getting the good news out, annoy me. I have never felt welcome, at home, or even close to God while attending one. Maybe it’s my fault. But because of this contrariness and my aversion to enormous, impersonal churches, I have reached an important conclusion which, while it may not apply to everyone, is certainly applicable to me and those like me.

It’s all about the one-on-one. In this world of enormousness subtlety is a lost art. Everything is the Most Outrageous-Biggest-Extreme-Deadliest-Fastest-Nakedest thing that ever came down the pike, have you noticed? Talking to people one-on-one and actually relating to them on a personal level is unheard of. We’re a society of reaching-the-masses to the point where the individual is no longer important. We are trite, we speak by rote, and we don’t connect with one another anymore.

I used to think that in order to be effective for God and useful to Him in the world, I had to be capable of making a sweeping global change in some area of service. But we can’t all be Mother Theresa or Billy Graham. Some of us are just regular shmoes who go to work every day and just hope to make it home in one piece. Most of us are just regular shmoes. We regular shmoes are just as “important” in God’s Plans as world-famous religious pioneers, otherwise why would God have made so many of us?

Every day in my job as a legal assistant at a one-man law firm I come across tragedy, pain, need, hurt, and confusion. And every day, almost without fail, opportunities present themselves to me that I know God is sending. The chance to pray for a young man on his third drug charge—to pray with a woman who has been married for almost 30 years and whose husband has suddenly filed for divorce—to counsel a young soldier who has been duped into marriage by someone he barely knows and who is using him for military benefits and ruining his credit—to offer advice to an older lady who is being taken advantage of by someone. My boss and I are uniquely positioned to help people every single day we come to work. I fear I have missed many of these opportunities for fear of the reaction I might receive—but God is giving me a boldness I’ve never had before in my life. I am convinced He is using me in these last days before the Rapture to try to plant a seed of hope and curiosity about Him in the hearts of those I meet.

I think that is what it has all come down to. You don’t have to shout from a mountain-top to be heard. You don’t have to put up bill-boards and run full-page ads in the newspaper to make a point. You can just sit down with some of the other regular shmoes you meet each day and tell them about how God is working in your life. What better occupation in which to be engaging when He comes to call you home?