God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are. ~ 1 Corinthians 1:27-28
It’s another Sunday morning. Into the church they come for the worship service. On the outside they all might look calm and pleasant enough. But on the inside many are carrying bruises and wounds and scars.
Right side, third pew from the front. Middle-aged couple. For years, she has longed for her husband to open up to her, to let her in. He cannot shake the fear that he has been a disappointment to her.
Left side, second pew from the back. Single man in his twenties. He’s polite, well-mannered. But he feels like a hypocrite. His drinking with friends is getting out of hand. It’s led to things that mock the very God he claims to worship. He wonders if he’ll end up like his father.
Left side, half-way up. A young family of five. He runs his own garage. She keeps the books. Business has been down. The creditors are calling. And the kids are getting sick of Mom and Dad never having any time.
Right side, towards the back. Single mom, two small children. She’s always tired. And she can’t remember the last time she was able to listen to an entire sermon.
Left side, front row. Woman in her seventies. It’s been ten years, but the ache from her husband’s death has never left her. It still hurts to come to church alone.
Right side, middle pew. A divorced man in his late forties. His daughter seldom calls. And when he thinks about all the things he’s left undone, he cannot blame her.
And yet, in this bruised, wounded, and scarred group of souls, the Lord Jesus is at work. He is healing them with his salvation and forgiveness. He understands their tears. He is quieting their fears. He is refreshing them with his Word, his promises.
And when they leave this place, they will touch the lives of others. And good news of hope in Jesus Christ will spread. And others will come.
Dearest Jesus, I was just a broken soul, helpless and alone. But you rescued me through Baptism and faith in you. Thank you for the privilege of doing the greatest work there is to do–telling others about your love and salvation. Amen.