The preacher was not one that you would go out of your way to hear; in fact he was a bore!   The organist was giving it everything that she could, but that revealed quickly that she did not have much to give.

It was hard on the ears to listen to the choir squeaking and squawking, and of course there was one dominant voice, intent on proving their need of her.  The building itself was in need of attention, and as for me, I was convinced that I was probably the only one who was given over to proper worship.  Even the offering plate looked like it had hardly ever been used, and maybe they had dusted it off to make sure they did not lose the possibility of a visitor’s generosity. 

You can tell that the devil was intent on making sure that I was not to feel a positive outlook as we began the Service that morning.  I was certain that they were desirous of observing an unusual gift, so I put it in an envelope to keep attention away from the offering plate.

Finally, that “boring preacher” began to preach on the holiness of God, and I found myself bobbing and weaving like I was in a boxing ring.  My justifying mind kept saying, “Look around, you are not alone”.   I was concerned that the pastor might fall asleep himself.  It was time for the closing hymn.

We sang together, “Take Time to be holy, Speak oft with thy Lord, Abide in Him always, And feed on His Word. Make friends with God’ children; Help those who are weak, For-get-ting in nothing His blessing to seek.”  That was the first verse and God the Holy Spirit nudged me with every word!  Verses 2, 3 and 4 were equal to my needs.  2) “Take time to be holy, The world rushes on, Spend much time in secret With Jesus alone, By looking to Jesus, Like Him thou shalt be; Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see. 

3) Take time to be holy, Let Him be thy Guide, And run not before Him, Whatever betide, In joy or in sorrow, Still follow thy Lord, And looking to Jesus, Still trust in His word. 4) Take time to be holy, Be calm in thy soul; Each tho’t and each motive Beneath His control; Thus led by His Spirit To fountains of love, Thou soon shalt be fitted For service above.”

In moments of reflection I have oft been rebuked for my thought processes.  God had allowed me to be rebuked, and I have been allowed to be corrected.  I needed that sequence of events to prick the bladder of pride, to realize the conditions under which that group of believers was ministering and to help pick up the pieces of their faithful labors.  God took care of ministering to their needs and mine through the simple words of a GREAT HYMN!

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