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Can You Do Any Better?


  A young boy complained to his father that most of the church hymns were boring to him — too far behind the times, boring tunes, meaningless words. His father put an end to the discussion when he said, “If you think you can write better hymns, then why don’t you?” The boy went to his room and wrote his first hymn. This was in 1690; the teenager’s name was Isaac Watts. “When I Survey The Wondrous Cross” and “Joy To The World” are among the almost 300 hymns written by him[i].
Isaac Watts

  It is easy to list the things that are wrong but it is much better to do something about them. In 1st Peter 4:9-10, we read,
Be hospitable to one another without complaint. As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.”

  Instead of finding fault, lets us our gifts to serve. Most people wait for a glossy embossed invitation before they will volunteer to serve. Instead of that, understand that a need is an invitation to serve! If you can see a problem well enough to voice a complaint about it than you have enough reason to go about fixing that problem. The problems we have in the church do not stem from a lack of talent, but rather in a lack of use of the gifts we already have.

  Why not try to make better by using your gifts than making it worse by complaining?



[i] Findlay church of Christ Sparta, TN via BULLETINDIGEST.com

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