Nothing We Do For God is Pointless

Nothing We Do for God is Pointless

As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth… so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty… (Isaiah 55: 10-11 NIV)

Isaiah 55 10 11

As a pastor in England, I’ve been doing high school assemblies for twenty years. The religious education teacher sets a theme for each week. The whole school gathers at the start of each day. After a bunch of notices, someone does sort of a “pep talk” on that theme. Twelve times each year that person is me. It isn’t a Christian school. Evolution and all other religions are taught. The students are as full of sin as most teens are. Less than 1% of people in Europe attend any church at all. It’s just that some traditions run very deep and because the school was founded centuries ago by the Church of England, some things stay in place.

So basically I get to preach for 8 minutes to hundreds of students and teachers who are nowhere near Christian. It’s a bit daunting, but I love it. I try to make it fun, but in the end, I want them to know Jesus and I make the Gospel very clear. I have dozens of great testimonies. There’s the funeral I did for a man who died of alcohol-related illness. His son was impressed with me and asked his mom if she would get me to do the funeral. There’s the young man who stopped me in a shop to tell me that he had become a Christian and that it was my talks that had opened his eyes years ago. There’s the teacher named Rose who started coming to our church, got saved, and is still with us. And there are works in progress. One teacher that I always felt didn’t like me, maybe because she’s gay, or maybe because I’m always holding up the Bible, was crying. I asked her if she was all right. She said that she had something in her eye. I told her that I would pray for her eye, and as I was walking away she said, “OK, your assemblies always get to me.”

Preparing these talks or standing very alone with the Word of God in your hands and on your lips isn’t an easy thing to do, but I am committed to doing it because God has promised that it will never be a “void” thing. It will never be “pointless.” God has His reasons. Would you be prepared to do the same today? I don’t expect you to have the same kind of opportunities that I do. But I know that God loves every soul that He’s ever created and that His desire is that no one would perish but that all would come to repentance. He wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. And I know that today someone will cross your path, and you’ll have an opportunity to say one simple thing. It may be as easy as “God bless you.” Or as profound as an invitation to heaven. Just remember that it’s the goodness of God that leads us to repentance and that we love God because we came to understand that He first loved us. His Word will not return to Him empty. Think of it as rain. And of how God is going to use it to water the earth. Rev. Chris Thompson is a graduate of the Colony of Mercy and pastors Enderby Chapel in Leicester, England

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Daily Bible Reading: Jonah 1-4

Think About This:That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy. Jonathan Swift

This Week’s Verse to Memorize: The Lord is my rock, my fortress, my Savior.  My God is my rock.  I can run to him for safety. He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender and my place of safety. The Lord saves me from those who want to harm me. 2 Samuel 22:2-3

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