I was thinking about this this Labor Day. Maybe some are growing weary in doing good. Maybe it’s been years of doing hard labor, or daily labor or monotonous labor. Maybe this Monday is like every other Monday for the past 19 years and all your labor and prayers seem to have changed nothing.
I was getting down. I was thinking, “Nothing is ever going to change.” And I heard that still, small voice saying:
Do not grow weary of doing good.
It took a few hours. I stewed in faithlessness for awhile. And then it hit me. Like a faithful friend standing by. The truth had been spoken to me. And like fertile soil I let that seed of truth sink in before the lies came and scooped it away. It’ll grow. It’ll produce good fruit. Just like the good of everyday good things done in obedience to God’s spirit willing and moving in me.
Prayers whispered, cried and moaned day after day, month after month, year after year.
Forgoing of vengeance.
The passing on of mercy.
The bending knees giving grace to smaller and weaker.
The standing by quietly even when disagreement is voiced.
The reason for my hope answered in trembling humility.
The preparing of meals.
Working for a wage.
Opening a door.
Giving some time to a needy one.
Giving some treasure to needy one.
Using not minimizing gifts.
A gentle look on the world-weary.
Training children- potty and manners and the way they should go.
Talking of God and His Story to our kids in everyday life.
Sleepless nights to grow another.
What are all those laborous things you can think of that seem to be day in day out and maybe don’t seem to be changing anything? Don’t grow weary in doing them Christian. Christ is in you, moving in you, glad to do all those things for years to come, without ever running out of energy. He knows the promise and we can believe Him:
…for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. – Galatians 6:9
Our labor is not in vain. Love never fails.