By Kristen Entwistle
On the first Sunday of every month, you’ll find me at a local physical rehabilitation center in the early afternoon. Along with other talented musicians and speakers, we lead a short worship service for the residents. Last month, our normal speaker was out of town, and our back-up speaker was ill. It looked like our entire worship team was going to be our lead guitarist and myself, and that the speaker…well, it was going to be me.
I should probably tell you at this point that I had lost my voice due to the cold I had, and so I couldn’t sing, let alone be heard by the residents.
Yeah, I thought. This is going to work out well.
We had many, many people praying for us during this service. We had faith that God would provide, and that He would be glorified, no matter what. But God provided more than I could have ever imagined.
Not only did He provide a pianist, and two other vocalists, He also gave me enough of a voice to be heard for just 15 minutes.
God bulldozed barriers last month. He steamrolled my expectations. He made a way when I thought there wasn’t one, parting the Red Sea right in front of me.
And true to His sense of humor, you know what the message I gave was on? Faith.
Having faith in a God who is able to move mountains, and to use the ordinary for His extraordinary purposes. Faith in a God who took the sins of the world upon His shoulders, and paid the ultimate price for our sins. Faith in a God who has conquered death and is now seated at the right hand of the Father.
God reminded me through this short service that even faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. I took what I had – a barely-audible voice, an imperfect message, all my doubts that I wasn’t the one who should be speaking, but a willing heart – and He made it so much more.
The mere loaves and fishes that our team brought were multiplied a hundred fold, all for His glory.
So I’m going to keep laying down my loaves and fishes at His feet, asking Him in faith to take what I have and use it for His glory. No matter how useless I may think my loaves and fishes are, He has a purpose for them, and I can’t wait to see what He does with my humble offering.