I have spent the last two days sprucing up my yard. Everywhere I look, something needs to be done – flower beds need to be weeded and cleaned, gutters need to be cleaned out, dead limbs need to be removed, bushes need to be trimmed and everything needs to be fertilized There is no end in sight to the work that needs to be done in this yard. If I were inclined to give up my blog and my child, I could make a career out of working in this yard.
Late this afternoon, as I gathered up my lawn tools for the day, I stood back and looked around at all I had done over the past two days. I was filthy dirty, I had not one decent fingernail left, my bones ached and my spine was weary. Except for several bags of lawn debris, the sad truth was that no one standing at the edge of the yard would ever know the difference. I hadn’t planted a big tree or installed a fountain or done anything splashy. Everything looked about the same, albeit a bit tidier if you cared to look closely. No one is going to look closely. There was not one drop of glory to salve my aching bones and weary spine.
No matter. It needed to be done, even if no one notices.
No glory. As I put my gardening tools away, it occurred to me that that pretty much sums up Christian service. Everywhere you look something needs to be done. And though you might work until you can’t stand up straight and your fingernails are so dirty they’ll never come clean, probably no one will even notice.
That is, if you are doing it right.
Not to us, O Lord, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness. Psalm 115:1