My mom isn’t swayed by numbers.
Last week she mentions that people will miss her Bible study because of the snow. I sympathize. It’s hard to prepare a lesson all week only to find out that just a handful can make it.
Mom laughs, “Actually, I’m fine having a small crowd. I know that God has appointed who is going to be there. I remember teaching Sunday school classes when only one child showed up. Those were always my best lessons because I could focus on one person. Besides, some of Jesus best sermons were given to an audience of one.”
I think about the times I’ve been disappointed because only a few people have shown up when I’m speaking. Somehow I place my value in numbers.
It’s all about pride. Thinking my time is too valuable to be wasted. Thinking it’s all about me.
As I reflect on the ways God has used me, I am reminded of an unforgettable encounter, over 10 years ago.
It’s a cold night. The rain is coming down in sheets and I’m leading a Bible study at a neighbor’s house.
I’m annoyed. Partly because I don’t want to go out in the wet weather. And partly because the rain will keep others from coming too.
Karen opens the door and I duck inside. Her house is warm and inviting. There’s coffee ready and we sit in the living room, making small talk as we wait for others. I keep glancing at my watch. No one else has come. View full post »