Good Morning All,
If you were walking down the street and
you saw a penny on the sidewalk; would you stop and pick it up? Most probably wouldn’t but at what amount
would you, a dime, a quarter or does it have to be paper money before you even
look? As I thought about this, I
realized how much my actions depend on the circumstances. If I am in a hurry, I probably wouldn’t even
see the penny. When I am in a hurry, I
tend to be in my own little world in my own little mind.
If I am not in a hurry, it would depend on
the crowd. If it was crowded, I probably
wouldn’t stop to pick it up. It would
make a scene and what would they think, a grown adult stopping to pick up a
penny. I would just keep moving; it is
just a penny. After all, it is just a
penny and I am too busy and too important to be bothered by them. I even usually leave them at the counter when
I buy something; who really wants to bother with them anyway?
There are times when I feel like that penny
on the sidewalk. Nobody bothers to pick
me up. Sometimes I get stepped on or
worse. I just lay there not worth the
effort to bother with. My fate as a
penny is probably just to be swept into the storm drain during one of the
sweeping scenarios that occur in a city.
I feel that way when it feels like I am alone. There is so much to do and it feels like more
just keeps getting piled on. I feel the
weight of the world and I am left alone; the penny that no one will pick
up. Maybe if I was a quarter, I would be
more important and someone, anyone, would pick me up. Maybe if I was shiny and new I could catch
someone’s eye but I am old and dull and a little beat up by the way I have been
used through the years. There are times
when I feel like that penny; perhaps you do as well.
The cares of the world, the weight thrown
upon us can be unbearable. Maybe someone
has abandoned you. You just weren’t
worth the effort to them; you were only a penny that they wouldn’t pick
up. Maybe your job decided that you
weren’t worth keeping. Maybe it feels
like the world has left you behind. The
technology is past you and you can’t afford it anyway. Your friends speak of trips to the Bahamas or
Mexico and you can’t begin to afford that.
You feel like a penny, left on the sidewalk, waiting to be swept into
the sewers.
God sees you and knows that you are worth
picking up. God sent Jesus to rescue
you, from the streets, even from the very sewer where you ended up. Jesus reached down and picked you up and
claimed you as his. He claimed you as
his own because he values you. He was
not too busy or too embarrassed to pick you up.
You have great value to him and you always will. You have enough value that God sent his Son
to die for you. He will never abandon
you or leave you to bear the pain of this world by yourself. His love for you lifts you up and gives you
peace. He gives you hope.
Father, you sent Jesus to pick me up from the sorrows and pain of the
sewers that was my fate but now I wait for his return so that I may have
eternal life with him forever. Guard me
until that day. In the precious name of
Jesus we pray, amen.
God’s Peace,
Pastor Bret
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