PinkIt's been two years and seven months and still sometimes I find the turn my life has taken hard to grasp. I'm in children's ministry. I'm the director of a ministry that serves 800 kids and leaders. Last week I led worship for elementary kids and jumped all over the room in my wireless headset singing, "I get down, and He lifts me up." (A feat that I was sore from for 3 days). I'm shopping around for a NIrV Bible. In case you are wondering what the little 'r' is for...it stands for 'reader's' and the NIrV is the children's version of the NIV Bible. I want a compact one. One that will fit easily in my briefcase. I found one at the Berean Christian Store but it was hot pink and purple with a big flower on it. I didn't buy it, but I have the feeling I'll be going back to get it. I will use it as I write teaching notes for our children's services and smile every time at the absurdity that I have a hot pink Bible.
Sometimes God makes you into something you are not.
Yesterday we taught a class for elementary kids and their parents. The class was billed as "Everything your child needs to know about God, sin, Jesus, heaven, and baptism." I worked hard putting that class together. It was a story-telling, visual experience that explained the whole Gospel story to kids in about 15 minutes. When the presentation was over we let the kids leave the room to have a snack while we talked to the parents. I put a handout together for parents to guide them in evaluating their child's understanding and, if ready, in leading their child to Christ. I don't really know what I'm doing. I still don't think I know much of anything about kids. But 35 kids and their parents showed up. After we got done talking to the parents we encourged them to go find their child and spend some time talking through what had just been presented...checking for comprehension...helping their child make a commitment to Jesus if they so desired. I stood and watched these kids and their parents having the most important conversation of their lives. I saw several praying together. It was one of those moments when you know good is happening. It was what is supposed to be.
I never would have guessed that my life would take this path. Most people who know me are laughing right alongside me. But the miracle is not that I ended up in children's ministry. The miracle is that I want to be. And two years and seven months into it I'm beginning to wonder. Is it really that God sometimes makes you into something you are not or is it that he helps you discover something you are but never knew?