Phillipians 1 Continued

Phillipians 1 Continued

Phillipians 1: 12 – 19

 

     At Radiant Life Community Church in Sioux City, Iowa on June 9, 2024, this message was given by Micaih Cvrk to those in attendance.

Paul is in a Roman prison.

     We all get into places we do not want to be sometimes.  Then we ask ourselves, “Why are we doing what we do?”  In short, what gets us out of bed in the morning?  Is it the cup of coffee or the whining dog?  Are we launched into the day by a bunch of ‘have to’s’? or do we have a good list of the ‘want to’s”?

     Paul was a self-starter.  Surely waking each morning in confinement only to see the gruel of the day didn’t get his engine revved.  He did not wait for his needs to be met before he could self-actualize.  Paul took his mission to the cell with him.  Outside the Church needed him.  He was under house arrest, but he had a plan.

     Given his giftings, given his resources, and given the appropriate time, he asked himself what work he could continue in.  His fingers were not broken, and pens were cheap, so he set about scribbling down whatever was in his noggin thinking someone might benefit.  His tremendous care flowed the ink. Thus we have recognized his works were from God.

     God cares.  He uses us to show His care.  Has care motivated you?  There is no small act in the kingdom of Heaven.  Trumpets with a big banner of love do not have to fly over your act as you march down the street.  Small motions of kindness weigh heavily on God’s heart.

     God has stuff for us to do.  He empowers us to get involved.  Yes, we know we have the Eternal Cure, but may we serve immediate needs.  An open hand often precedes an open heart.

 Trust is earned. 

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