I raised my hands in worship at church, singing to God about how I would love him with all my heart and my strength and my mind.
I didn’t know that would mean…
-a few hundred hours spent writing Bible studies
-teaching 70 children a Bible story at the end of a long day, every Wednesday for four years
-laboring over a worship planning meeting –hashing and rehashing ideas, only to toss them in the trash and start over
-giving up coveted weekends to plan and teach
-setting up the Lord’s supper instead of taking a nap
-offering a listening ear when I really wish someone would offer me one-giving away a chunk of savings account
I didn’t know he really meant all my strength... until I drop into bed exhausted.
I didn’t know he meant all my mind, until my eyes are crossed at the computer and I need deep tissue massage for my aching shoulders.
I didn’t know he meant all my heart, until I wish I could drop some of these ministry tasks and relax but care too much about the people involved to do it.
The greatest commandment in the Law: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.” Mark 12:30
Take it from me. Better not sing it unless you mean it.