Fires burn with angry rage in the small city just next to us. People are crying out for help as they watch their homes go up in flames."Pray for rain" reads signs in front of churches and businesses. Radio stations are asking everyone to pray for rain. Even the news reporter says it.
Our smallness becomes as evident as God's bigness when we have no control.
I want to help, feel the nudge to help, somehow. I make some calls to feed the firefighters, send a mass e-mail enlisting others. The blessing I received came from the other end of the phone, "We have all the volunteers we need right now".
Feed the hungry, and help those in trouble. Then your light will shine out from the darkness, and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon. Isaiah 58:10
When we reflect the light that has been placed in us, we make the invisible God visible.
So I pray, that my one voice could cause all of heaven to open up with dark heavy-with-rain clouds bursting onto the parched land.
Serving through hands folded and knees bent or hands reached ready to give, brings joy. Joy that comes not in the having but in the giving. There is a mysterious, miraculous occurrence when we give our lives away for others.
Christ as our example, we are called to be servants. He removes His towel to wash and wipe feet, mere breaths away from being arrested. Still the servant.
To bless out of our blessings is to give "thanks" away, causing God to be visible to others.