My toes press between the blades of grass. I lean into my arms. Across from me, my husband sits sharing our blanket. Our dog is on her second lap of tangling her long leash around yet another tree, one of the many large and old oaks in the plaza.
“What’s wrong?” He smiles at me.
We’ve been meeting every Monday during my lunch for a picnic.
I glance back at our church. The old cross hangs over the entrance to one of the worship services. “There’s still so many areas where we need volunteers. I’m not sure why we aren’t getting volunteers like we used to. So many gaps.”
It’s discouraging to see my home church struggle to fill the most basic positions. I mentally count off the names on my service teams list and my shoulders sag.
“It would be so encouraging if people would step up. I know I would feel so encouraged.”
The old cross drops a shadow over our doorway. Why must a few volunteers hold up the bulk of any ministry? I don’t want volunteers who are all ready handling too much. I want fresh volunteers who haven’t served yet. I want broken people on my Revive Prayer Team who know how to reach out in compassion to someone with a need. I want more cheerful people on my Hospitality Team. I want servants helping to set-up and tear-down. I want 252 Kids Kingdom to be teeming with volunteers.
The dog gets tangled around a large oak. My husband tugs on the leash. Our dog pants, smiles if you will, wanting to greet every dog and everything is exciting to her and she can’t sit down. I thought about what a friend of mine told me and I am more determined to do what I can to use what God has given to me. I am really blessed with the group He has brought my way. I am so impatient though wanting to erase the discouragement I see and replace it with an unquenchable fire to serve, to love, and to be all things Christ. This church is my family. You don’t leave because things get difficult. God says wait. I am waiting, but I don’t know what I am waiting for or why. So I lean back and swallow the summer air and listen to the child laugh behind us. Maybe it’s the devil laughing?