The children's coordinator flagged me down after Women's Bible Study recently. I was relieved to see her smiling as she told me she just had to tell me what one of my boys had said during their lesson, but I braced myself anyways (you just never know what they might say). They'd been studying Philippians and Colossians right alongside us this year and as they began their lesson that day, my four-year-old apparently moaned in disbelief, “Wait, is he stiiiiiiiiill in prison?!”
Paul was in prison a long time (all year long from Walter's point of view).
As he concludes his letter to the church at Colassae, he writes:
2 Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.3 At the same time, pray also for us, that God may open to us a door for the word, to declare the mystery of Christ, on account of which I am in prison— 4 that I may make it clear, which is how I ought to speak.
5 Walk in wisdom toward outsiders, making the best use of the time. 6 Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.
You know, if I was writing from prison I might ask, “Pray for my aching back. Pray that I get out soon… " But Paul's prayer request gives no indication that he feels that his mission is limited by where God has him. Sure, he's mentioned yearning and longing for these churches, but he's filled with purpose and mission exactly where he is. He doesn't consider himself sidelined from ministry because he's in prison.
I'll be honest. This really convicted me. I often feel sidelined in this season. My mind is less sharp because I don't sleep as much. I can't commit to things because I don't have childcare. I'm not able to serve younger moms as much as I want to. I'm in a season where I can't commit to certain things or travel much because my kids get sick or David's job is demanding. But I'm not in a holding cell. God is at work in and through me. My ministry is to my kids, our babysitter, my date night bartender and Publix checkout girls (who are now sitting by me in bible study and church now, btw!).
I don't know exactly where you are right now, maybe you're in a season of infertility, child rearing, chronic pain, prolonged illness, grief, singleness, transition, temporary housing… but you're not in a holding cell. The “real work” doesn't begin when you're done with what's in front of you. The real work IS what's in front of you. You're exactly where God would have you be. And no matter how meaningless or undesirable or unplanned the season you're in may seem, he's got a purpose for you in it: to know him and make him known.
How can you do that today?
Right where you are, with whatever—or whoever—is right in front of you.
Lets you and I say together with Paul, “I am here (wherever that may be) for the sake of Christ. And I pray that right here—in my home, in this season, in my grocery store, on the playground, in this chemo chair, wherever—that God would open a door for the word.” Let's “make the most of the time,” whatever our season.
You're not sidelined. You're in the game. Play for the glory of God.
with humble gratitude,