Generosity as a Test of Courage, Part III
Generosity is a test of our courage. Generosity is the outward fruit of an inward spirit that is connected to God’s own Spirit (Galatians 5:22), an inward spirit of faith and courage. Generosity takes courage! Think about it, it’s easy to be generous with our time when we’re not in a rush to get somewhere. It’s also easy to be generous with our money when we’ve got plenty; and it’s easy to be generous with our words when we’re in a good mood.
But being generous is much harder when we’re running late, when we are busy, when money is tight, and when it feels like the world is against us. Generosity is hard when a worldwide pandemic looms over us as well. If we are not intentional, circumstances may influence our levels of generosity. But the kind of generosity God calls for is not based on convenience. Biblical generosity is based on the relationship we have with God our Provider. If the love of Christ is a well that never runs dry, then neither should our generosity run out, so long as we continue to drink from his well.
Scripture: Isaiah 64:8 (NLT)
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.
The prophet Isaiah compared God the Father to a potter, and us to the clay. We are the work of God’s hands; God is the Creator and we are the creation. The clay does not say to the potter, “I don’t want to be a bowl; make me something else!” Instead, the clay serves its role dutifully and joyfully, with delight in its being in the loving hands of the One who made it.
During this Coronavirus outbreak, God is looking for women, men, and children who will be a vessel—a bowl or pitcher or cup—overflowing with His love so that it spills out into the lives of others.
Ask yourself today: Am I that willing vessel? How am I delighting in the ways God has made me? How am I enjoying and sharing the things God has given me?
Abba Father, you are the potter; I am the clay, the work of your hands. Sometimes when you shape me into the kind of vessel you want me to be, it’s painful. My old habits are hard to break, my blemishes need to be scraped and sanded away. But every touch you give makes me more beautiful, so mold and fashion me into the image of Jesus, your Son. In Christ’s Holy name, Amen.