MMP: Getting My Hands Dirty

August 21, 2017
Note: Each week we will have a guest writer who will share a few of their personal thoughts on Sunday’s sermon. Unlike Monday Morning Quarterbacking, from which this series gets its name, we aren’t looking to critique so much as share how we have been personally impacted. This week’s post comes from Ellen Lewis.

Today’s service was a bit different than usual. It included testimonies from various people involved in Hope’s youth group, both the teenagers and the helpers. A few people talked about a one-on-one mentoring program, while two boys discussed being camp counselors at Delanco Camp. Another couple of girls discussed the youth group’s recent mission trip to Boston.

I am not close to youth group age, nor are my children anywhere close to that age. However, there was certainly a challenge to me within the testimonies of these young people. I struggle, quite seriously at times, with OCD. While the triggers and fears associated with this are extremely complex, a large part of it is tied to my fear of germs. This manifests itself in different ways, but one is a fear I have developed of interacting with people I’m not used to, especially those I might consider “dirty.” The homeless people the young group ministered to in Boston would certainly fall into this category for me. Even being a counselor at a camp with all sorts of kids from backgrounds unknown or one-on-one mentoring of someone I was not originally close to would tend to raise all sorts of issues for me.

 

 

Not that my fears are right! And I have spent many an hour myself in prayer and getting godly advice and counseling from a variety of sources. And God is most assuredly working through these issues in my life. But today was an important reminder that God calls us to minister to all sorts of people, and most importantly, that there is eternal good that can come from a conversation and thus a new relationship. I tend to look at life through this lens of risk and safety. But some things are worth stepping outside of your comfort zone for. Not one of the kids got up there and spoke about how they regretted talking with an inner-city kid, but they beamed as they recalled all that God had done through him. Likewise, God can use me too, even with people who in my own human weakness I would usually shy away from.