WORK FOR GOD By Frank E. Henrich June 20, 2010 Last year, I wrote a poem  Called, “I am a Raindrop,” It spoke of a ministry for God With each drop a worker. Yes, a worker for God  Not a large important part, But yet a person with dignity  Seeking and doing God's will. Then today, as the deacon spoke  This June Fathers’ Day sermon, Something wonderful happened to me,  An unfolding of a deeper meaning. I thought, is there more to learn  About the raindrop and its attributes? Are God's raindrops like a waterfall,  Only to fall on rocks and die? There I sat in the pew motionless  Listening to him tell us all Of our wonderful Savior Jesus,  Truly the deacon loved God. Yet as he spoke, my mind  Was listening to a silent voice Guiding me through a study  Of a raindrop working for God. My mind was expectant;  Could there be a deeper, Yet, more profound understanding Of this raindrop, that's myself? Then I realized my life, my drop,  Is not physical but spiritual, That the work I do for God  Isn't dependent on my wearing out. So I thought, what purpose  Has my little drop of water? Water is used to nourish plants  To bring them to a fruitful state. Then I thought, it must follow,  I, the raindrop, must also nourish, But not in a physical world,  Rather in a spiritual life plain. Yes, Yes, I am a spiritual drop,   A helping messenger sent out To bring lost souls to salvation,  Showing them that Jesus is the way. My mind seemed swimming with thoughts,  Others must be noticing, wondering! Yet, as I gazed around the church  The congregation was placid. Then I thought, how long, how long  Can I last as a spiritual drop? Am I quickly evaporating, gone!  Like a physical drop of water? Praise God! Oh praise our God,  For soon, it came clear to me, My drop isn't lost when nourishing  A sick soul seeking God, our Master. Yes, my drop does only hold  A small bit of spiritual energy, But it is renewed every day,  Praise God, please bless my raindrop. Then I thought how can this be?  Again my mind became clear, God gives my drop spiritual gifts  As daily, I seek His work. Praise God for this new profound  Understanding of my work for Jesus, Who died on the cross for me,  Whose blood covers my sins. My inner thoughts became quiet  And my mind returned to the service, The deacon soon finished his sermon.  Grasping his hand, I thanked him. I went back to my daughter’s home  Finding a quiet spot I wrote While it was fresh on my mind;  It was then a question did arise. I thought, Lord, what do you want  Me, to do with this information? (The Lord knows I like to write poems So of course, I wrote it down.) But Lord, is it written just for me?  Perhaps it’s intended also for others, Written in poetic prose to be read,  Could it also be for you my reader? A deep sadness then filled me,  For although, I love to serve now, This has not always been so,  Oh! To relive those wasted years. Reader, has this made you realize  That your raindrop lies unused? Has your lifestyle of self-ego  Covered your raindrop from view? It’s not too late for you,  Get down on your knees, Tell God you’re sorry and want  To be a raindrop for Him. ←Select another poem or article from the column, click on title and read  _____________________

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