A few weeks ago (actually it really is just a few weeks, gosh, time is crawling in 2014) when I first heard of the support program for the teenagers in church, I fumed.
First it was hurts. It seemed like people were taking their liberties to take whatever manpower's left in my fellowship to benefit theirs.
Then as my mind travelled to the bigger picture it was blame. I blamed God for making us work with such a restrictive manpower size with so many spiritual mouths to feed. I was angry, sad, helpless.
Today, I was reminded that this plan is going ahead, and the names of the people sought after by the program is out. These people will soon find themselves spending 2 of their Saturday with the teens instead of at fellowship with us.
The same emotion arose from the depths of my heart.
But then I quenched it.
I began by asking myself
"what are you really so afraid of? why can you not let these people go?"
And I realised that I was afraid that the cell groups would suffer, since these names were those who were spiritually mature. I was afraid that the fellowship would crumble under their frequent absence.
But then I remembered what Jireh told me, he said that I should learn to leave my ministry in the hands of God.
And so I did. I started to see that resource directed to any member of the body would benefit the body as a whole...
And so I sat down to write a letter. I exhorted them to guide the teens in a way such that they can grow and become future assets for the young adults ministry too.
God, I hope you take to mind the faith I had in You.
I know You do.
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