by Tammy Phillips
July 17, 2020
Then they brought little children to Him, that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked those who brought [them]. But when Jesus saw [it], He was greatly displeased and said to them, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. – Mark 10:14 NKJV
Ugh! I am human! I allowed my flesh to pull me into irritation instead of ministry. It only took about 24 hours for me to forget everything about “being a minister and serving, when called.” We resorted to the beach for rest and relaxation. We were seeking peace and quiet. We needed time to just be. We were at the most perfect spot. To the seaside was not even a short walk, literally, it was our back yard. It came complete with palm trees, coconut trees and a hammock to watch the brilliant yet tranquil sunset. I told Kris that he might leave, but I was claiming squatter’s rights. I was never leaving.
The very first day, I was enjoying sitting at the feet of Jesus. I was gazing out the glass wall of our cottage at the surf, sand, and very few beachcombers. Our intentions were to join this paradise, shortly. Out of nowhere, I saw a scene from the television show, Survivor, unfolding before my eyes. Thirty plus teenagers, proudly bearing their tribe’s flag, invaded our serenity. They did not pass by. They stopped and planted their flags, blocking our formerly, unobstructed view. They could have parked anywhere on the whole beach and yet, they picked our spot.
AND, of all things, it was a church summer camp! Games ensued and loud screams that seemed as if they would break the sound barrier resounded. I wanted to scream back. My “minister” walked out the side door and down the street. I did not let the Colossians 3 peace that comes from Christ rule in my heart. You know that verse where we are called to live in peace and to always be thankful.
Therefore, let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall. – 1 Corinthians 10:12 NKJV
I fell hard and fast. I wanted to call the beach patrol. They were not social distancing. Besides heaven and Bora Bora, this was the closest I had been to paradise. It was a teenage invasion. I could not relax and I was annoyed.
I told one of my sisters in Christ about it. She laughed loud and hard. I was supposed to be “ministering to the one beside me,” not thirty, rowdy, church kids. They could not have been louder if they were throwing a keg party.
By the end of the second day, I had allowed the carousers to steal my peace. Then, my conviction began. I had failed. What was wrong with me? UGH!!! The Holy Spirit dropped this bomb on me:
“These little teenagers were brought to the beach that Jesus might touch them, but Tammy wanted them gone. She did not welcome the interruption. When Jesus heard about it, He was greatly displeased and said to Tammy, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God’ “. –July 2020: 14-15
Nothing like displeasing God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost! Sadly, He knew I would not react, correctly…
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, – Romans 3:23-24 NKJV
…But grace, forgives! Thank God for the pardon from the interruption.
I encourage you to still get your minister on. “For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he [is] a perfect man… – James 3:2 NKJV. What is interrupting your life? God has people who He wants to touch through you. We are never on vacation from Jesus nor from serving others. When we go astray, it is not ok. However, forgiveness is paid for. It is always there for the asking and the taking.
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you his peace at all times and in every situation. The Lord be with you all. – 2 Thessalonians 3:16 NLT