I went to get my oil changed the other day and walked into a waiting room where 3 people sat, 2 of the people were talking to each other, while 1 sat with his head sorta bowed, I heard the male missionary say how many times he had been to Japan and who all he had helped and he was talking to a female missionary that spoke of how many times she had been to the Ukraine and it was more of a who's who in the mission field, as I listened I thought wow these people have done so much for the Lord, and they had spent so much time and money going here and there, the old man beside me was a farmer with his bib over halls on his hands looked tanned and wrinkled, kinda of smelled like hay, the man from Japan asked the farmer what church he attended, he was slow to raise his head, I originally thought he was sleeping, he told the missionary that he just reports to the Lord everyday and lowered his head again, the missionary then ask me what church do you go to mam, I said I am Baptist and I report to the lord everyday, he said well I guess that's alright. While feeling very intimated I sat quietly and thought to myself, Mr. Missionary it is not works that count and here you 2 are really sorta bragging about how good you think you are and I remembered when my cousin ask me to fill in for her toddler 2 class, well I did and then she quit, I was also singing in the choir and I sang solos as well but you didn't hear me say a word about that, I remember being so busy with church work I never really got to hear a sermon, I worried about being off key in my singing, I would drive 1/2 hr up and 1/2 back from church I always had lunch in the oven for us and it seemed I no longer got done eating than it was time to go back to choir practice, as I sat in the choir I could hear other choir members talking about people, this ones shirt was too short or that one hardly ever came except on Holidays, it seemed like most of the church had grown up together and they were in a little click of some sort, everyone sat in the same seat every Sunday and if someone sat in their seat, it was terrible, at that time we were ask not to wear pants to church and always wore stockings, everyone compared perfume, clothes and events or houses they had bought or sold, it was as if I would feel more sacred at home, where I had time to read the Bible without all the gossip, all the rig or mo roll of this public place called church, at one point I felt so overwhelmed of working in the church I told my Lord I'm sorry I know you have ask me to gather with the saints and come together, but it was too much a popularity contest than anything, so when the old farmer said I just report to the Lord everyday, silent, sacred, no distractions, it was wonderful, isn't ashame so many people think the more work they do the better Christian they are, when God only ask us to reverend Him, I quit the toddler 2 class, the choir, and I went from my regular 3rd row seat back to where my mother used to sit, I couldn't believe how much better it was to hear a sermon, listen to the choir, watch the toddlers come and go and I think today alot of people are like the old farmer no fancy smancy works just BELIEF no I haven't went to another country but unbe known to most behind the scene I have at one time or another helped almost everyone in our church, all I ask of them was to not say anything and not thank me but Thank God, Please don't misunderstand me our church is wonderful and we support many Missionaries and I realize people need to work in the church, I just ask not to over work our workers and what ever happened to Come As You Are, and Faith the size of a Mustard Seed=Perhaps the old farmer planted Mustard Seeds
