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God at Work


 
            Jesus said: My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working (John 5:17). God is at work in every moment of every day you live.  It takes faith to see His work. 

            Having just returned from a mission trip, I am reminded again of how often God’s work through our team is far from what I expected.  Working with Jesus is like that.  You feel the call to go where He leads; you plan what you think He wants you to do.  You only see His real work while you are obeying.

Jesus was always surprising the disciples with the meaning of His words and questions.  The disciples discovered before we did that often God’s work is far from what we expected it to be.  Even after His resurrection, Jesus was constantly showing up in places that took the disciples off guard.  As you grow spiritually, you will become comfortable with this way of recognizing God’s working through you. 

            Caussade says: There is hardly a moment when God does not approach us disguised as a challenge or responsibility.  Our response to such opportunities includes and obscures his activity.  I have learned to love working with God.  He doesn’t want me to be fully sufficient for the task ahead.  He knows that I will grow more when I am amazed or disappointed and still have faith that God is doing what He said He would even if I can’t see all the reasons.

            Paul shows me this attitude in Acts 26:28-29: Then Agrippa said to Paul, Do you think that in such a short time you can persuade me to be a Christian?  Paul replied, Short time or longI pray to God that not only you but all who are listening to me today may become what I am, except for these chains.

            Paul’s confidence that he had obeyed God and shared the gospel clearly to King Agrippa was enough.  He wasn’t sure who would believe the message that God sent Jesus to pay for their sins and that their response of faith would restore their souls with God eternally.  He knew that someone would believe.  He knew that King Agrippa had enough knowledge of the message to make a decision of faith. 

            Paul had faith to see God’s work in his life and in the lives of those he spoke to every day.  He didn’t focus on the chains he was in and get depressed feeling God had abandoned him.  Rather, he focused on the gift of God to provide an opportunity to share the gospel with the highest court in Israel and, ultimately, in Caesar’s court as well.  He could see God’s work through him, even if King Agrippa didn’t proclaim his faith in God that day. 

            Every day God is working.  Every day God is giving you opportunities to join in His work through your life experiences.  Can you see them?

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