I am not a famous writer or a famous preacher.
I am not someone with great financial wealth.
I do not claim to know all the complexities it involves
to run a church of thousands or even hundreds.
I do not have a diary of planned events of when I am next scheduled
to preach the Word of God, so many scheduled back to back,
that this is all I do, that this is all I see.
I do not have so much to do that I become so caught up
with the responsibility of my role of speaker or preacher or pastor
that to meet with ordinary people have become something
I just don’t have the time to do.
When life in so called ministry has me so focused on a vision
that I miss what’s happening right under my nose, today, this minute.
What I am is an ordinary believer in Jesus Christ and the Bible.
What I am is someone who dreamed of becoming a person
who could change the lives of those who are captive and hurting
and desperately needing to have the veil of destruction lifted off their eyes.
I dreamed of perhaps becoming like that famous preacher,
speaker, teacher or pastor. They were my role models.
They were people that though they may have gained fame,
they were at the core, people who loved people
whose main and ultimate goal was to serve Jesus Christ.
Their lives belonged not to themselves, not to a specific calling or cause,
their lives belonged to Christ and His Message of Love.
Love of not a ministry or calling, love not just to fellow famous speakers and pastors,
not just to one’s immediate circle of friends, but love to ALL of mankind.
Sometimes when life becomes so busy and planned so far ahead,
so complicated that we no longer see the simplicity of our faith,
which is to LOVE the hurting, the sensitive, the ones who cannot give to your ministry at all,
those who need the ministry to give to them. Just an hour of your time,
just a moment in which the love of Christ is imparted to a hurting soul.
Christ came not for fame.
Not for fellow well-renowned partners in ministry.
He came for the broken; broken in heart and in spirit.
He came not to fly around the world all year round.
He came to take a moment to see the unseen.
He came to go after one sheep, for one is more precious
than the whole congregation who are saved and have support.
He did not appear on glossy magazines for the world to admire and idolize.
He did not wish to sell books or make the best worship cd.
He wished only to touch the man or woman that no one sees,
that the majority overlooked and said, “I am here, I care.”
So I am an ordinary person who has no fame attached to my name.
Yet, sometimes it takes the unseen to make those in the spotlight take note.
Not to become slaves to your ministry, your calling, or your leadership role,
That when an ordinary person from amongst the thousands comes to you,
comes to Christ in you, seeking just the love of Jesus, that you say:
“I’m sorry, because of my role in the Church I do not have the capacity
or time to give of Christ’s love to you.”
“My responsibility is to the team that belongs to the church I help run”.
by Nazreen van Veyeren
I am not someone with great financial wealth.
I do not claim to know all the complexities it involves
to run a church of thousands or even hundreds.
I do not have a diary of planned events of when I am next scheduled
to preach the Word of God, so many scheduled back to back,
that this is all I do, that this is all I see.
I do not have so much to do that I become so caught up
with the responsibility of my role of speaker or preacher or pastor
that to meet with ordinary people have become something
I just don’t have the time to do.
When life in so called ministry has me so focused on a vision
that I miss what’s happening right under my nose, today, this minute.
What I am is an ordinary believer in Jesus Christ and the Bible.
What I am is someone who dreamed of becoming a person
who could change the lives of those who are captive and hurting
and desperately needing to have the veil of destruction lifted off their eyes.
I dreamed of perhaps becoming like that famous preacher,
speaker, teacher or pastor. They were my role models.
They were people that though they may have gained fame,
they were at the core, people who loved people
whose main and ultimate goal was to serve Jesus Christ.
Their lives belonged not to themselves, not to a specific calling or cause,
their lives belonged to Christ and His Message of Love.
Love of not a ministry or calling, love not just to fellow famous speakers and pastors,
not just to one’s immediate circle of friends, but love to ALL of mankind.
Sometimes when life becomes so busy and planned so far ahead,
so complicated that we no longer see the simplicity of our faith,
which is to LOVE the hurting, the sensitive, the ones who cannot give to your ministry at all,
those who need the ministry to give to them. Just an hour of your time,
just a moment in which the love of Christ is imparted to a hurting soul.
Christ came not for fame.
Not for fellow well-renowned partners in ministry.
He came for the broken; broken in heart and in spirit.
He came not to fly around the world all year round.
He came to take a moment to see the unseen.
He came to go after one sheep, for one is more precious
than the whole congregation who are saved and have support.
He did not appear on glossy magazines for the world to admire and idolize.
He did not wish to sell books or make the best worship cd.
He wished only to touch the man or woman that no one sees,
that the majority overlooked and said, “I am here, I care.”
So I am an ordinary person who has no fame attached to my name.
Yet, sometimes it takes the unseen to make those in the spotlight take note.
Not to become slaves to your ministry, your calling, or your leadership role,
That when an ordinary person from amongst the thousands comes to you,
comes to Christ in you, seeking just the love of Jesus, that you say:
“I’m sorry, because of my role in the Church I do not have the capacity
or time to give of Christ’s love to you.”
“My responsibility is to the team that belongs to the church I help run”.
by Nazreen van Veyeren
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