My Job. God’s Job.

I’m off again this morning to speak on behalf of Compassion International. This time I’m in Pennsylvania and Montana speaking at a hard music festival, another festival and a church. Because, really, when anyone thinks “hard music” they immediately think of me. Specifically, me talking. Makes total sense, no?

It’s at times like these I have to remind myself of what exactly my job is before I even leave to do it. It’s only three things.

1. Exposure

My job is to expose Christians to what the bible says about their purpose and God’s compassion for the most vulnerable. God’s Word is the first and sharpest tool I’ve got.

2. Story

My job is to tell a true story that illustrates the need of the vulnerable and effectiveness of Compassion’s ministry through the local church to both body and spirit. Story gives statistics and programs a human face.

3. Opportunity

My job is to provide an audience with opportunities to respond to the Word of God. Those opportunities are not limited to sponsoring a child through Compassion International, but can also be consuming less, being more grateful, serving neighbors here at home, telling someone about Jesus, working less and spending more time with our own children, adopting, tithing, volunteering, praying, going on a mission trip, etc.

At a festival – especially a hard music festival – I’m an unknown interruption to the audience’s day of music, a commercial. I have no best-selling book. I have no hit on the radio. I don’t pastor a megachurch or lead a movement. And to make matters worse, I’m not wearing eyeliner. I’m a stranger on stage for a few minutes before the headliner melts the faces of thousands of appreciative attentive fans.

I have fifteen minutes to do my job. And when I walk off the stage I have to leave the rest of the work to God. This has been my greatest struggle this Summer, I confess.

It’s very difficult to do my job and not wonder if more children would be released from poverty if I’d been more persuasive, more heavy handed, more famous…just more.

My job is exposure, story and opportunity. Only.

God’s job is to move hearts and minds and wallets toward obedience and sacrificial generosity. His job is to be more than I am.

I can’t do God’s job. I need to stop wishing I could.

What’s your job? What’s Gods’?

And please continue to pray for Amy.