Missionaries Are a Bunch of Dirty Dish Rags
I received this email yesterday from someone I've never met. How kind God is to not just never leave or forsake us, but to keep us on the heart of at least a very few, sometimes those you've never met. That's the beauty of the universal body of Christ. Please pray that we would embrace with joy being dirty dish rags even if that meant we never receive another email or encouraging word or feel completely forgotten:"...I want you to know that we all admire you in what you are doing for the lord. I always refer to missions work like being a dirty dish rag. A dirty dish rag sits right where it’s master sits it and never gets any glory over anything it is used for. If anyone gets the praise, it is always the one who yielded it. The rag gets cleaned by its master and put right back by the sink where it presents itself accessible and willing to be used again for its master. You never hear anyone shouting “ now that’s a great dish rag, or look what that dish rag did”, no the dish rag just bows to its master as the yielder, the finisher, the worker of all good works gets all the glory! That’s the heart of the dirty dish rag and that is the heart of a servant of God! I say to you thank you for yielding yourself willing and ready to be used for the glory of God! Press on and fight the good fight!!!"
How kind of this pastor to take the time to love on strangers, & how merciful of God to continue to lift our spirits, the Author of our joy, day by day.
