What’s wrong with average?

I found a really interesting article that you can read here. While I don’t agree with everything I read, I did agree with a lot in there. Mostly, I agree with “What’s wrong with average?”

If you follow Twitter in the Jesus world, or at least keep up with the best sellers on CBD, it may at sometime occur to you that, perhaps if you have not sold everything you own, adopted an orphan, or join the many who have spurned possessions and lived with the homeless on the streets of New York City, you have missed the boat.  Jesus is less than impressed with your meager efforts to tithe or share Jesus in the air-conditioned comfort of your living room with your neighbor while your kids play upstairs in the Wii.

I will be the first agree that American Christians are materialistic and selfish. We are after all, cut from the same Adamic cloth as our fathers and mothers. But lest we equate spirituality with poverty, or use social reform as the stepping stone to God, we must look at our motives and our message.

I believe, based on Jesus interactions with his community in the beloved the book of John, that He loved the average person. Sometimes the calling is to sell everything and start a church and sometimes it is to talk to your coworker, who has had a hard time of it lately. It’s past time to go home, but she needs someone to listen. So you sit and listen and although you are late, you just listen.
Sometimes the calling is to adopt an orphan, and sometimes it is to take your sister’s kids home with you for the night so she can catch a break.
Sometimes the calling is to go to New Guinea, and sometimes it is to coach your kid’s soccer team so that kid with no dad can get invited to your house to build a fort.

There is a beauty in a dad who works hard for thirty years to support his family. He attends the local church and, through the good and bad times, is faithful.  He has no idea what Calvinism is or who John Piper is, but he sure does like a good gospel sing.   He makes sure his kids are taught the gospel at home and even when they don’t follow the path he wants, he prays them through the stormy years, always believing God will bring them home. He doesn’t preach a sermon and he doesn’t have big plans to travel the world and translate the Bible into a tribal language, but he always makes sure to slip a twenty in the hand of the missionary that speaks at his church.  He has never built a church but is the quiet one who changes out the window of a widow. He loves his wife and kisses her everyday. He will never tell of revival services where tens of thousands are saved, but he shakes hands with the visitor who makes their way into his church very Sunday.
No one knows him and most his ministry has been done quietly, in his middle class American life. He voted, paid taxes, lived and died all within sixty miles of his birthplace.

And he did great things for God. You see, God does not want or need our spectacular works. He is not impressed by numbers, for the souls are His to give or take in the first place. Rather, He tells us to live our lives justly, to love mercy, and walk humbly with Him.

There’s nothing wrong with being average, not one thing at all.

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