Send “Somebody”

I’ve been reading through Matthew’s gospel lately. I’ve already read it several times over the years, but I keep finding things I never noticed before.

That Matthew… he was a tax-collector by occupation, you know. Methodical, detail-oriented, a good record-keeper — exactly like I’m not. Still, I appreciate the detail he put into his accounts of Jesus’ time on earth.

At the end of Chapter 9, he describes a period when Jesus had been healing a lot of sick people and freeing others from demons. Then he logs the words Jesus said to his disciples, while looking over a harassed, helpless crowd. With compassion, Jesus said: “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field” (vv.37-38).

Just between you and me, that has always been my “bailout” verse. Don’t get me wrong; I care about people and all. I will cheerfully fix meals, donate toward charity, run errands or watch a neighbor’s children. But I’m not very good at telling them about God’s love. I tend to stammer. Or I somehow manage to come across as “holier-than-thou,” which I know better than to think I really am. Fear of making a poor impression cements my lips together.

So instead of feeling responsible for sharing God’s love, I can just ask God to send somebody else to do it. Right?

Well, Matthew busted that little bubble for me the other morning. I was about to start Chapter 10, but went back to re-read the verses leading into it, about asking God to send out workers. Then, the very next thing Matthew records is Jesus calling those same twelve disciples together. He reports that Jesus gave them authority to drive out impure spirits and to heal every disease and sickness (Matt. 10:1, emphasis mine. I mean, the word just sort of jumped out at me).

What’s this? Jesus tells the Twelve to pray for more workers, then he turns around and tells them, “You’re it?”

Sure looks like it.

Maybe, when I pray about some need, I should make sure I am willing to be part of the answer.

Thanks for reading,
Jan
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About Jan C. Johnson

Welcome! If you like food, reading, laughing over life's little disasters, and maybe thinking about the bigger things of life, you have come to the right place. Besides blogging, I write humorous fiction, though real life tends to leave fictional humor in the shade. But I'm not a total goofball. No, really. I'm also working on a biography project. I live in North Texas with my husband, Brent. We enjoy bicycling, Mexican food, and traveling to visit our kids and grandkids.
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8 Responses to Send “Somebody”

  1. susielivs2run says:

    I do so enjoy your writing, you’re an inspiration for so many to try so many things IE…..reading bible daily =) Love you sis!!

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  2. That is very good insight into Matthew. Often when we pray for something God answers our prayers by using us. Be prepared for God to use you to show another person the way to Him, Each person has a special way of showing others to Christ. So we use the talents He has given us to share with others.
    Love
    Mom

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  3. Jean Wise says:

    Ouch – me too. Good thoughts – made me think.

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  4. tereasa says:

    I came back for more today and saw that my comment was not visible. Did I forget to hit post comment? I want to make sure you know I was Here and enjoyed your post.

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