To the Suffering Church

Written by Joyce C. Lock

A Wise Preacher

Becauserepparttar preacher was wise, he taughtrepparttar 138320 people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set "in order" many proverbs. Eccles. 12:9

Let all things be done decently and "in order". 1 Cor. 14:40

When passages are explained or even quoted "in order", as per our understanding (in our own language), their original intent cannot be missed.

(example to follow)

~ Torepparttar 138321 Suffering Church ~

Turn Downrepparttar 138322 Oven

1 Corinthians 12:18, 22-26

Just because one's comely parts have 'no need' does not mean those, whose service seems less comely, do not have purpose, too. In fact, when one's gift shines above another, that was God's doing, not ours.

Those members ofrepparttar 138323 body, which seem to be more feeble, are NECESSARY ... not only for reasons yet to be understood, but because, also, God hath temperedrepparttar 138324 body!

When Jesus warned that forbidding others 'trying to grow in service for Him' would cause suffering (Matthew 19:14), fruit inspections were not a given option.

When one member suffers,repparttar 138325 oven temperature goes up; wherein, all members are made to suffer ... becauserepparttar 138326 degree of being tempered has to make up for another's lack in being able to fulfill what God has called them to do.

The Sheltered Life

Written by Joyce C. Lock

Parents having become volunteer home missionaries (Biblically described as carpenters, today known as church planters), I was raised much like a preacher's kid ~ among preachers, evangelists, missionaries, summer workers, and such. In fact, dad was a licensed preacher, too. Only, not feeling called to lead a church inrepparttar pastorate position, dad chose not to magnify that office, by way of ordination, so as to not lose his position as a church deacon; as would have otherwise been a requirement, within our given denomination.

Additionally, our home wasrepparttar 138319 'Home away from Home' for countless people in spiritual need andrepparttar 138320 hangout of teen preference. So, we experienced 'church', every day.

Mother also havingrepparttar 138321 gift of teaching (for which there was always one more lesson to learn) and beingrepparttar 138322 best example I have ever been blessed to witness of someone who truly walked inrepparttar 138323 Spirit, I was not ignorant of such things. In fact, I was mother's pen. Whenever God would give her a new song, poem, or other words to share ... my job was to run and grab a pen and pad then write, as fast as I could, asrepparttar 138324 words flowed through her. And, even though I hadn'trepparttar 138325 first clue as to shorthand, I wasrepparttar 138326 best available; for which we, thereafter, would manage to make out allrepparttar 138327 scribbles.

But also, while growing up, my service was welcomed inrepparttar 138328 church. Though it might not have happened that way had we had additional mature laborers, there was no forbidding of literal or spiritual children in serving our Lord ... only a general avoidance of passing on information torepparttar 138329 one who gossiped.

At age 12, I becamerepparttar 138330 church pianist of choice. Serving beside mom, we transformedrepparttar 138331 unwanted nursery duty into a real ministry. On occasion, I taught a children's class and once directedrepparttar 138332 children's choir, always worked in VBS, and many etceteras. And, I must have had some wisdom even then, as adults would come to me for advise.

Among other things, when an adult suddenly resigned from their elected duties, I revampedrepparttar 138333 church library and served as church clerk.

Younger sisters being welcomed to serve also, we improvised a bus ministry. Joining forces, we went on visitation, most every Saturday (except when we usedrepparttar 138334 phone), and built our youth intorepparttar 138335 largest group withinrepparttar 138336 church. Then, with dad's driving assistance, Sunday mornings were busy picking up loads of children and teens in our family station wagon.

Though, however we served, it was often said we did a better job than adults ... not just better but 'way better'. In fact, at one time or another, I've served in most every church elected position except preacher, deacon, music director, and treasurer.

However, even though not elected for such, I once discretely did hubby's job asrepparttar 138337 church treasurer, too ... mostly because I liked doing it. Though, it was dad who warned me to keep a low profile on that one, due to other's fears regardingrepparttar 138338 church's money.

So, while we females did let men take occasional bows for our service, for a greater good, we never heard of such a doctrine as people supposing to live balanced lives between church and family. That's aboutrepparttar 138339 same as separation of church and state. The church was our family and our life! Thankfully, our service was never belittled, disregarded, disrespected, or under valued; regardless of age or gender. Had that happened as children, we might have thought God to blame.

All this is to say I received 'what now appears to be' a rarely given opportunity to serve (apart from acceptance ofrepparttar 138340 gift of prophesy, which was not then recognized or understood); sheltered from prohibiting doctrines of men.

Only, as one grows up, moves away, finds a new church home, then moves again ... my service became less and less welcomed, my family name further not known (sometimes elected into assistant positions forrepparttar 138341 purpose of training men for those roles) until, one day, I looked around only to discover I was a nobody. Having been stripped of identity, I was no longer a preacher's kid or any variation thereof. All referenced childhood training was spat upon. I was notrepparttar 138342 right gender, not thought good enough to serve for whatever legal reason was invented next, and certainly not of qualified substance to teach a man anything.

Even so, I would have met guidelines forrepparttar 138343 privilege to serve. And though I tried,repparttar 138344 ever-changing rules of acceptance never did end.

Though, occasionally, under false pretense, request would be made for credentials or some other form of infallible proof as to my calling. I'm a Christian! That's it! Would anyone like to say, "Duh?" And, since when did anyone have to prove good enough, at anything, to serve God? Can't you seerepparttar 138345 Spirit compelling me? The Spirit doesn't lie. So what if God didn't give me an eloquent speech. I don't likerepparttar 138346 limelight, anyway.

All I really wanted was for people to stop running interference, second guessing God's heart when He'd show me people that needed love. Then, if people couldn't do that, to give me a title wherein I wouldn't have to explain every time I breathed inrepparttar 138347 church building.

Little is always much, when done for our Lord. Psalm 37:16, 1 Cor. 5:6 (And, having been welcomed while only children, we proved it to be true.) Faithful is he who calls you who also will do it. 1 Thes. 5:24

What wasrepparttar 138348 matter with these people? There were holes in their bags! Blind guides, I guess. (But no, I didn't shout ... even though I could provide a good sermon for them, now.)

There was no way I could doubt in my heart but what such doctrines were wrong. After all, I had been an eye witness and testament against such fallacies. But besides that, regardless of their lack of acceptance, God never stopped calling and that wasrepparttar 138349 torment of it all ... to hearrepparttar 138350 cries of God's wounded, to knowrepparttar 138351 plight of their souls, to see destruction inrepparttar 138352 making ... without any consideration that God might actually be capable of speaking to me, too; a female, of all things! Only God knows how many times I stood inrepparttar 138353 gap and sobbed in intercession for His wounded saints.

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