Post-Sunday letdown

As Charlene hinted, I had a bad day on Sunday. (Disclaimer: my son thinks stupid is bad word. I live with the language police.) During the morning service, we prayed for the 200 million believers who are experiencing persecution around the world. I know prayer is what we need to be doing, but somehow it’s hard to walk away from the service with a sense of satisfaction. I want to do more. It’s hard to talk about girls being beheaded and then go home to enjoy Sunday lunch. That afternoon, I went home and raked some leaves. The thing about leaves is that you can tell if they’ve been raked or not. There is a pile at the side of the street, and the grass is now clear and leaves aren’t blowing in the house all the time. That’s quite unlike church. You can preach and pray about the persecuted church, but at the end the congregation still looks the same and those being persecuted are, as far as I know, still being persecuted. There are no piles and there is no clear evidence that anything has changed. Sometimes there is evidence to the contrary. I wish you could see people grow. Often it’s messy and hidden and you’re not even sure it’s happening. But then again I’ve never been good at gardening either. I plant a seed and I can’t help but dig it up to see if it’s growing yet. Sometimes you just have to patiently wait and do your part while crying out to God. And sometimes that is enough.

Darryl Dash

Darryl Dash

I'm a grateful husband, father, oupa, and pastor of Grace Fellowship Church Don Mills. I love learning, writing, and encouraging. I'm on a lifelong quest to become a humble, gracious old man.
Toronto, Canada