It’s springtime in the Treasure Valley in Idaho, which means it’s also the beginning of wasp season. I’m not sure why, but this year the wasps seem especially plentiful. Overnight, they have their little mud nests built in every crack and corner.
Over the last couple weeks, every time I’ve gone over to the church, I’ve gone on a wasp search. Their coloring makes them almost invisible against our log walls and variegated brown carpet. I spray, wait for them to die, and then pick up their nasty little carcasses so no one will step on them. Before women’s fellowship last Friday night, I found five in the aisles and three in the nursery.
I remember a very simple little lady at the church in Loomis who would often show up just to tidy up the church, picking up little bits of trash that often got left. I was an associate pastor there and one day walked past a piece of trash about three times, never bothering to scoop it up and put it in the can. Then she came, headed straight to it and took care of it. I heard God speak to me, “she has pleased me greatly this morning as she did this in her love for me.”
I never forgot that lesson. It doesn’t matter whether the deed is small (capturing wasps, picking up trash) or whether it is preaching to thousands. It matters the size of the love you have for His name and His people.
Heb 6:10: “For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister.” [NKJV]
