An Invitation

Last night, I received a call from my mom asking me to give a talk on Wednesday during their General Prayer Meeting. I got irritated. I started to raise my voice (though this really sound normal already to the people who know me but still not a good excuse). Why do I feel this? After she hung up, I calmed down. I asked myself again, why do I react that way? Definitely, that was not an appropriate reaction. But like most mothers do, they seem to have a way of convincing you to do what they want you to do without trying to convince you. So, I decided that I am accepting the task, half-heartedly, I guess.

A few minutes passed by, I was thinking, it was not my mom who was inviting me. I think it was God, calling me to be of service to Him. How can I deny Him, He who gave me everything. So, this morning, I sent a message to my brother that I am going to give the talk. If I think about it, it is rather inconvenient. Standing there in front of many who have been in the church longer than the amount of time I have lived, and who listen to the words that comes out from my mouth. Isn't that scary? Instead, I could just lay comfortably on the couch and watch TV. But, this is a tiny service I am rendering to God. Hopefully, being used as His instrument, people will get to love Him more deeply. After all, that is the only one thing that is important (LK 10:38-42)