Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as though you were working for the Lord and not for people. (Colossians 3:23 TEV)
No matter what you do — sweeping the streets, running a corporation, or the work of a stay-at-home mom — your job is more than a job.
The Bible says that while you are here on earth, you should use your work as an act of worship.
This means that whatever you do, you are to do it with enthusiasm.
If your heart is not in it, you are in the wrong job.
If you are not working with all your heart, you are sinning.
I didn't say that; the Bible says it.
Why work with all your heart?
Because you are working “as though you were working for the Lord and not for people.”
No matter what I do, if it is to prepare a meal, sign an invoice, do an analysis, close a deal, make a sale, make a delivery —
whatever it is, I am to do it as if I'm doing it for God, and so it becomes an act of worship.
How will the way you work change now that you know it is an act of worship?
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Please read as the message applies to all mankind
A PASTOR and his SON
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church,
the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town
and hand out Gospel Tracts like the one below.
the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town
and hand out Gospel Tracts like the one below.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as the time came for them to go to the streets with their tracts;
they found it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said,
'OK, dad, I'm ready.' His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring with rain.'
they found it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said,
'OK, dad, I'm ready.' His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring with rain.'
The boy gives his Dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain.
This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and
handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT.
He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door
and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.
He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'
With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you,
but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and
I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you; son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.
As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,
'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.
You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian.
My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.
Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day,
it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.
I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and
fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.
Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off,
when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me.
I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent,
and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be?
Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and
started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes,
for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life.
His SMILE, Oh, I could never describe it to you!
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain.
This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and
handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT.
He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door
and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.
He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'
With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you,
but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and
I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you; son! And God Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.
As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,
'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.
You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian.
My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.
Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day,
it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.
I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and
fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.
Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off,
when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me.
I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent,
and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly...
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be?
Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and
started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes,
for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life.
His SMILE, Oh, I could never describe it to you!
The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.'
Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain,
I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.
Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see; I am now a Happy Child of the KING.
Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract,
I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and
by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the church.
And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building,
Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little Angel was seated....
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment,
and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honour for his son, Except for One.
Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain,
I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.
Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see; I am now a Happy Child of the KING.
Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract,
I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and
by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the church.
And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building,
Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little Angel was seated....
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment,
and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honour for his son, Except for One.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.
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