"I must work the works of him who sent me while it
is day; the night is coming when no one can work." My first year on church
council, we endured too many unpleasant sessions between the treasurer, who was a
soft-spoken, elderly gentleman, and several overly demanding bureaucrats. Important
business was put on hold while he was grilled extensively in a quest to find the few
pennies when the books were out of balance. When the term was up, neither he, nor anyone
else wanted to be treasurer. To further complicate matters, it had been decided that the
church books would be computerized.
I knew little about computers and nothing about accounting. Why the Lord called me to
volunteer to be treasurer, and even re-up, I do not know. I received a lot of help; but my
accomplishments were unremarkable.
After hearing about my job a few times, our youngest son finally asked me how it was
that I was the church’s "treasure." [big laugh] On further reflection, I
suppose God’s treasure includes those who heed his call, however unequipped, and
attempt his mission, though it is outside the ‘comfort zone’ and even when the
results are less than spectacular.
