Having visited as many churches as I have – I’ve come to realize that there are all sorts of believers. Some are the life-blood of the church. They’re the ones that step up, get things done, take charge, and carry out the church’s most important ministries. When any one of these people are lost, the whole church suffers for it.
I had the opportunity to ask one such woman about her former church. Turns out that she was on the worship team – playing the piano, was on the teaching staff in charge of middle school students, and also ran the soup kitchen which regurlarly provided food for 150 people from all walks of life – including young children. This ministry was quite successful and attracted the attention of the health department. They decided that the sinks were out of code and closed down the soup kitchen. When she brought the matter up to the elders, they assigned a deacon to investigate the matter. This particular deacon had no love for her ministry and he suggested that it was for the best that the soup kitchen was closed down. After all, the Bible says that those who do not work ought not to eat and they felt that too many undesirables had been fed. He concluded that $5,000 was just too much to spend fixing up the old kitchen when it could be put to better use – like spending $20,000 on an electronic (LED) sign for the church. She loves this church dearly and plans to return to it in time.
People like her are the pulse of her church, they are a sign of life. They’re the hands that ‘do’ and the feet that ‘go’. There are also not that many of them – some churches are lucky to have just one. Losing one is not a small loss, but a great one. She’s not out to make money, she just wants to help people and make sure little kids get a good meal. Her church might not realize how vital her efforts are or appreciate her. The Bible calls for deacons to be servants. The funny thing is, she’s doing exactly what the deacon ought to have done – serve others. Without this ministry, her church cannot reach out to 150 members of its community. Such churches ‘fishbowl’ – they take care of their own quite well, but can’t exactly reach out.
The last Sunday she was there, a little child ran up to her and said; “I’m hungry.”
“Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll see what I can find for you.” She told him.
“Where’s the good food like you used to have?” The child asked.
That broke her heart. That child is in the wrong church to find food for there is none; and certainly is in the wrong church to find spiritual nourishment – they ran out of that some time ago.