Hoarder or giver? Do I clench tightly to the thing I am commanded to give away? The truth is, I have been a fat Christian. Hoarding what I know to be true, when I should be sharing.
“So my word that comes from my mouth will not return to me empty, but it will accomplish what I please and will prosper in what I send it to do.” Isaiah 55:11 (CSB)
We were in a season of new; new community, new church family, a new way of life with chronic illness. I was desperately searching for my place in the midst of change. Looking to be embraced, wanting to belong. Find my footing, a place to serve, while standing on weak legs.
It was during this time I heard two words that changed me, my way of thinking, opening my eyes. Two words, “Fat Christians.” I was offended, and nursing hurt feelings. I had spent the last year on the mountaintop with God, gripping the tattered edges of my life. Physically spent, spiritually filled, I could not reconcile the words, “fat Christians.”
I turned to one of my favorites where Peter and John heal a lame man.
“Now Peter and John were going up to the temple for the time of prayer at three in the afternoon. A man who was lame from birth was being carried there. He was placed each day at the temple gate called Beautiful, so that he could beg from those entering the temple. When he saw Peter and John, about to enter the temple, he asked for money. Peter, along with John, looked straight at him and said, ‘Look at us.’ So he turned to them, expecting something from them.
But Peter said, ‘I don’t have silver or gold, but what I do have, I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get up and walk!’ Then taking him by the right hand he raised him up, and at once his feet and ankles became strong. So he jumped up and started to walk, and he entered the temple with them-walking, leaping, and praising God.” Acts 3:1-8 (CSB)
Turning Peter’s words over in my heart, I begin to see, I am a hoarder, tightly clenching my story with God. Each missed opportunity to share, and I was becoming a fat Christian.
I love Peter’s words to the broken lame beggar, “I don’t have silver or gold, but what I do have, I give you.”
God has grown me since my time on the mountaintop, I long to share what I have. Long to share what He has given me.
In the busyness of everyday life, we blindly become a hoarder. Not willing to miss checking off our list, slowing down enough to offer, we are slowly getting fat.
It takes boldness and courage to share our faith and proclaim the Gospel. Transparency to share what The Lord has done for us. But we have been commanded to give, to share what we know.
If not me or you, then who? Who feeds the hungry Living Water and the Bread of Life, if not us? Who speaks words of life over the lame and dirty? Are we willing to step over them, feign ignorance, self-importance, or worse pass judgment?
We are either a hoarder or a giver. Where do you fall?
“Jesus came near and said to them, ‘All authority has been given to me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.'” Matthew 28:18-20 (CSB)
“One generation will declare your works to the next and will proclaim your mighty acts. I will speak of your splendor and glorious majesty and your wondrous works. They will proclaim the power of your awe-inspiring acts, and I will declare your greatness.” Psalms 145: 4-6 (CSB)
“Even while I am old and gray, God, do not abandon me, while I proclaim your power to another generation, your strength to all who come.” Psalms 71:18 (CSB)
Lord, I pray that we would be proclaimers of The Gospel, speaking life and truth. We ask you for the courage and boldness to share all that you have done for us. Ignite a fire in our hearts for the lost souls who need your life-giving water. May we not hoard. May we share You. Amen!
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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.