“So you too, when you do all the things which are commanded you, say, ‘We are unworthy slaves; we have done only that which we ought to have done.’ ” (Luke 17:10)
If a janitor could win an award for scrubbing the floor extra hard, then writers should receive a medal for scribbling two more words than they did yesterday and hairdressers should receive a plaque for cutting an extra pound of hair. At that rate, we should be awarded for getting up in the morning. A boss will rarely applaud his workers because they did what he told them to do, but he will chew them out if they don't.
Sometimes we forget that we are God's slaves as well as His children. Whether we spread the gospel, give money to the needy, or encourage a suffering soul, it is what we ought to have done. We might think something we did was particularly stupendous until we remember our greatest feats are mere crumbs on the Master’s table. It's the very least we can do to live for Him since He died for us. We deserve no praise for cleaning off the table; it is the job our Master gave us and let us do it with all our might. And even if our daily duties were something to boast about, all our faults, sins, and stupidity would smear the gold on our trophy. If God hired us according to our past record, I think a five-year-old would have a better chance of getting a job constructing atomic bombs than we could getting a job as God's servants. Supposing He would overlook our inexperience and hire us anyway, we'd flub so much on the job that any normal boss would fire us in two seconds.
But God is not a normal boss—He hires the most unlikely candidates and turns them into artisans. He still praises us, even though what we do is not praiseworthy, and He pays us a salary more than we deserve.
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