Hubby and I had nursery duty at church this Sunday. This isn't something that we can do on a regular basis due to leading the contemporary worship ministry at our church. We used to have paid nursery workers, but with the recent budget crunch, that was nixed and volunteers have taken up the slack. That's a good thing.
Our church has a summer worship schedule that requires us to lead music every other week at a combined worship service. (September through May we have two services, one traditional and one contemporary.) The great thing about this is that we have every other week off. Having an "off" Sunday this week allowed us to volunteer for the nursery.
The nursery crowd was small, both in numbers and in stature. In addition to Ladybug, there were three other children, including a one-year old whom I had never met before. Her grandma and aunt sing in the choir and I've met them, but I had never met Patience before. She is a tiny little thing!
Her grandma had left a bottle for her and said if she got fussy, it was probably due to needing her bottle. About fifteen minutes in, I could tell that was what Patience needed. So I sat on the floor, snuggled her close, and gave her the bottle. (Thankfully, Ladybug was busy chasing balloons or she might have been a bit jealous.)
The other kids were older and able to keep themselves entertained with Hubby while Patience and I enjoyed a few quiet moments. Being the attachment parenting kind of person that I am, my instinct was to hold her while she drank. It never occurred to me that maybe she was accustomed to being placed in a bouncy chair for a bottle.
But I thought about it afterward. Maybe she doesn't get cuddled while she drinks her bottle. Maybe she doesn't receive as many snuggles as Ladybug does during the course of a day. I might never meet her mother. And even if I do, I wouldn't know from a short introduction what kind of mama she is.
You never know when your actions will impact the life of another person. In the course of her lifetime, those extra snuggles that I gave Patience today might not mean anything. Then again, they might. I'll never know.
And that's okay.
Why do we give? So that we can receive something in return, whether possessions or recognition? We should give because we ourselves have received a priceless gift, the gift of salvation through Christ our Lord. Giving of ourselves should be a natural response to good news of Jesus Christ.
“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. 36 I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
37 “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? 39 When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
40 “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’"
Matthew 25:34-40