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By Symantha McClennan
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The One True Voice
Matthew 6:1-4
“Take care! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired, because then you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give a gift to someone in need, don’t shout about it as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I assure you, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone, don’t tell your left hand what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in secret, and your Father, who knows all secrets will reward you.” (NLT)
“I didn’t hurt him. I wanted to. He hit my nose, that’s been broken before, with his head. It hurt real bad like fireworks going off in my head, but I didn’t hurt him. I put him in his crib just like we talked about.” She smiled a proud smile while her eyes searched mine for approval. Had she done the right thing after all? The question loomed large in her brown eyes grown old before their time.
“You did good,” I said. “You did good! You kept him safe just like I knew you could.”
She hugged herself, relief and pride knocking the fear from her eyes.
“The phone rang at 4:00 a.m. I was on-call. It was dark and I was groggy and I stepped right off the sidewalk at home and broke my ankle.”
“I bet you went in anyway,” I stated.
“Of course,” she replied the same as if I’d asked her if she wanted cream with her coffee. “It hurt like hell but I did my job. I reported to the Operating Room and did my job.”
“Come sit with me,” said the woman at church. She grabbed the sleeve of my military green coat and gently tugged me from my lonely seat in the next to the last pew. I had prayed that day on the way to church that someone, anyone, would ask me to join them. I felt so conspicuous and alone in the 12 foot pew all by myself week after week.
I wanted to cry as I, a lost lamb found, meekly followed the lady in the fuchsia colored wool coat to the fourth pew from the front. My heart overflowed onto the young mother in front of me who was going through a divorce. We went out for hot cocoa and cookies, another lone lamb brought within the warmth of the flock.
We are all unsung heroes each and every day as we do that thing we don’t want to do, or reach out to someone with compassion, or share the word of the Lord. Cards are sent to the sick or dying, warm meals are fed to the hungry, a bus seat is offered to the elderly, a smile shared by strangers in the check out line. Most of us will never win a prize or share a stage with someone famous or even hear a simple thank you for something that we have done. And for that I say, thank God! Our Father who art in heaven sees all and knows all and is pleased; though we are not praised by human voices, our names shall be lifted by the one true voice for all eternity.
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Your last line should be an encouragement to all "unsung servants": "Though we are not praised by human voices, our names shall be lifted up by the one true voice for all eternity." What greater reward could we ask for?