When used in a biblical setting, the word “sacrifice” readily conjunctures up images of those giants of the faith who came before us. Men like Abraham who by faith left his country to follow the Lord and who later in obedience would be willing to sacrifice His only son. Men like Daniel who face the lions rather than bow to the image of a pagan king. Likewise, there are accounts of woman like Rahab who risk everything to follow God or Mary who gave everything to anoint Him with a costly perfume. Those earlier disciples left their nets to follow Jesus and most would end up dying a martyrs death. However, last Sunday I was reminded that even simply and small sacrifices that typically go unnoticed by the masses can have a great impact for the kingdom. I was watching the parking lot from my second story window last Sunday. It was another rainy day and yet I saw a scene that was familiar to me. In fact it has been happening since day one at DeSoto Hills. I saw automobiles passing up perfectly empty and close parking spots to head over and park on side roads across from the church. They then battled the rain and wind and umbrellas to get back to the door without getting soaked. Why would they do this? Had someone asked them to? No, they just sacrificed their convenience so that someone who came behind them might have a easier time finding a spot. A small sacrifice that made their pastor smile. I think heaven was grinning also.

From my window to the world (or at least the north side of DeSoto Hills)

Bro. James