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| Wild Birds Unlimited |
One of our favorite Christmas gifts this year was a birdseed
snowman on a metal hanger. It is a gift that keeps on giving. The snowman
itself was a gift, of course, but the birds’ enjoyment of the snowman has also been
a gift.
It reminds me of the gift of sharing our faith.
God gives us
the gift of salvation, the greatest gift anyone will ever receive. We, in turn,
are to share our gift with others. Talking with someone else about how God
forgave my sin and brought me into a relationship with Him is one of the most
awesome, joyous experiences of my life. Like serving life-sustaining feed to
our feathered friends, our stories plant seeds of soul saving faith in those
who hear them.
©2014 Pamela D. Williams
Sharing that story renews my own faith all over again. And
when someone responds to my story by asking questions and seeking a
relationship with God for themselves, joy fills me to overflowing, spreading a broad
smile across my face and spilling tears down my cheeks.
"'Tell them everything God has done for you.'So he went all through the town proclaiming the great things Jesus had done for him."Luke 8:39
Every year about this time my husband begins Confirmation
and Membership classes. It is a privilege that he and I share because we both
love it so much. Why? We get to hear the stories of how each person in the
class came to know Jesus as their Savior. It is the one requirement for joining
the church. Everything else that is taught in the class is secondary.
What an exciting and faith-building time! Everyone’s story
is different—personal and specific. How God has worked to reach each person is
amazing—truly amazing! God orchestrates all aspects of life to bring us to the
decision to believe and follow Him. I love hearing how He has worked, and
planned, and loved each person into His family.
This coming Sunday we begin our first Confirmation class at
Trucksville UMC. I am smiling just thinking about it. The pure joy of sowing
the seeds of faith in another soul far surpasses even the delight of watching
the birds feast on the seed cylinder on our porch. I can hardly wait!
Blessings!
Pam
