Whenever she speaks I find myself sitting upright, eyes locked onto her; knowing that the words that come from her mouth are indeed given to her. I noticed as others spoke that she would look away, every now and then I thought I saw her lips move silently - she spoke to herself. Her body then explodes with truth. We have been studying 1 Corinthians 14. Here we are told that we all have spiritual gifts. A spiritual gift is that thing, that you know is what you are meant to do or be. I call it your passion. The difference between a gift and a passion could be that passion is something you feel and the gift is something you know. The gift does indeed make room for you. One caveat is that you have to practice it. If you just sit on your gift and don't use it to edify the body of Christ, then what good is the gift? There are so many people who have the gift and instead of taking the time to figure out the reason and the purpose for the gift they try to exalt themselves; put themselves before the gift and in their own time this gift wanes. It may remain something that they can do however I believe the fruitful-ness of the gift will either increase, decrease or remain the same if it is not for edification of His word.
This preacher woman with all of the motion and emotion said that as believers WE ARE THE BODY and inside the body is where we should come to try to become a better person. And in the coming to a body of Christ, we are encouraged to try and try and keep on trying; knowing that until we can walk the walk ourselves; there is a Man that can walk it with us. She talked about when little kids sing or recite a poem, the church thanks and encourages them even when they mess up their lines or forget what they are doing or even refuse to talk; we encourage them and tell them that it is okay and that the effort that was given will indeed get better. We, as mature Christians, are called to encourage the less mature and/or the weak until they can stand alone. This preacher woman's gaze teaches. Her words, her descriptions remind me of what I would like to be when I grow up. A wise young woman who has a lot to say and who absolutely adores chocolate. That would be me.
As I get closer and closer to 55, MY belief is that a higher power protects and perserves women, children and fools, I guess 2 out 3 aint' that bad.