Very early this morning our church spread out around the community to serve others. I had the privilege of taking cookies to a couple of fire departments. When I rolled in I had no idea how fantastic the experience would be. All three fire fighters were very kind and welcoming. One of them took me on a tour. I got to see where they bunk for the night, their office, and where they watch TV, which is set up like a typical living room. I ended up staying much longer than I anticipated, having really good conversations.
At the next fire department I barely rolled out of the car before they all came outside and met me. Although a much shorter visit, I still felt very welcomed. They were very curious about my MV-1 vehicle. I gladly showed them how it all works.
At both departments I prayed with them before I departed.
I don’t know what it is, but this particular act of service was so different than any other. It went a long way past the simplicity of “just” serving cookies. I wasn’t just serving cookies. I was serving a message of hope, for at the end of each visit, I had the privilege of praying with them.
You know…I think that’s why this particular time was so different than others; because I learned to understand serving as a privilege, not a chore.
From now on, I will always look at serving as a privilege.