I was in the home of a friend who was approaching the end of his life. It was my privilege to be with him, and to encourage, and read Scripture, and pray and sing for him.
So, we were sitting in the kitchen facing each other, while I serenaded him with my voice and guitar.
As I sang, I happened to spy a Texas sized roach as he scrambled forth. This guy was brazenly bold. It was a brightly lit inhabited room. No scampering in the dark for this guy.
He stopped under the chair of my friend. He then cocked his head upward and focused his attention on me as if he was listening to the concert.
I didn’t know whether he was flattering me or needed to be flattened by me
As I launched my second song, he scampered off. Simon Cowell could not have been more cruel.
Music has always been a blessing to me, so I have tried to use it to bless others.
And the Lord has given me a few ego inflating opportunities. I have sung before a couple thousand at one time, had a song that I wrote recorded in Nashville, and I preached and sang in Haiti and had it broadcast by radio to the whole nation. Those were the kind of opportunities I lived for – until I met Christ.
Once I met Jesus, I took my guitar and laid it at His feet and told Him it was His to do with as He pleased. He seemed to say “Go ahead and pick it up and use it for me. Tell folks what I have done for you and what I can do for them. And when it is all said and done, I won’t be interested in the far-flung places that you sang, or the large crowds at your concerts. I will only want to know if you had been faithful – faithful with every opportunity – big or small.”
At least that’s what I heard when I read Luke 16:10, “The one who is faithful in a very little is also faithful in much.’” NET Bible®
I, therefore, have tried to ever be faithful especially with the little. These days I do several concerts each week for crowds of one – individuals who are facing their last days and need encouragement from sweet old hymns like “His Eye Is On the Sparrow” and “When We All Get to Heaven”
My friend in the kitchen lost the use of his eyes long ago. And he didn’t get started with Jesus till, as he says, “It was too late.” So, he doesn’t have a storehouse of truth to rely on. But he savors the truth filled hymns. He ponders the words after each is sung.
As for me, I get more pleasure from that, than from singing to a sea of unknown faces.
In conclusion…If my friend had gotten up and exited the kitchen, leaving the roach behind to listen, I suppose I would have continued to sing. Maybe he needed the encouragement too.
On the other hand, I hope there aren’t any roaches in heaven.
So, what is your “little” and what are you doing with it?
A PRAYER: Lord I really desire to hear you say to me, “Well done Thou good and faithful servant.” May it be so.