During the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, we have all seen acts of service for others affected by the storm. Churches, organizations, businesses and first responders have all banded together to do what is needed to evacuate and to provide food and shelter to storm victims. Teams of people from schools, religious organizations, neighborhoods as well as out-of-state volunteers have come into the area to clear out debris and start the recovery process. The response has been immediate and awe-inspiring. The servant’s heart has had ample use this month. The opportunities for selfless service have been endless as have the opportunities for those seeking the limelight of recognition. Does the motive for serving matter?
Having a servant’s heart means to put other’s needs ahead of our own. A person with a servant’s heart doesn’t look for rewards or recognition or even gratitude. In our social media heavy world, we walk a fine line between giving information and seeking recognition. There were many, many groups posting on the various social sites about helping after the storm. These posts were important because they got information out to those that needed it in a rather efficient manner. Volunteers were organized. Needs were recognized. It worked pretty well. There were lots of photo ops with people working and helping both neighbors and strangers. Our city came together to help. As the days passed, I began to see more “LOOK AT ME” posts. The transition was gradual, but the “where can I help” posts became selfies touting “look what I did today”. The photo ops were still there, but the focus was changing to “ME”. Needs were still being addressed. So, I kept asking myself, “Does it matter why we serve?”
This is a question I ask myself, quite often for some very different reasons. I have years of experience leading worship in churches. I started singing in church when I was 5 years old and sang “Little Baby in a Manger” at the Christmas Program. I’ve sung solos and in groups. I’ve played the piano and the organ for several congregations. I’ve even played my trombone on several occasions. I know that I can sing. When leading others in worship, I had to review my own motives every week. Was I singing because I wanted God to be honored or was I really enjoying the spot-light? To be honest, there was a little of both most of the time. I love music and I love to sing. During a season of my life, the only reason I had to be in a worship service was because “I” was on stage. I did not participate in anything else. I realized that I wanted (maybe even needed) the reward of recognition that came through performing on Sundays. But, there were also times when the greatest worship time I received was in rehearsing to lead others in worship. It was in those moments when I KNEW that God had given me a purpose.
In the 80’s, I heard a sermon that addressed the many people who had come to salvation through the work of some well-known and fallen evangelists. Jim and Tammy Bakker & Jimmy Swaggart were known as ministers of God’s word. They built their ministry serving others and reaching out to others in need. The Bible was taught. People were saved. But supporting the ministry became the primary need. People were no longer encouraged to be involved in their local church. Once the performers became more important than the God they served, things came crashing down. A lot of people were hurt and turned their backs on God as a result. I believe we have to look at our own motives for every act of service.
In most cases, I don’t know that it matters to anyone else why we choose to serve others. As long as we are meeting the needs of those around us, we are fulfilling a purpose. In the end, though, we have to stand before God and give an account of our lives. I will have to own up to the times that I was more interested in the praise of others than I was in following Him as a servant. I will have to admit the times I was fishing for a compliment. I will have to confess the moments when I wanted my star to shine brighter than any other. I will have to face the moments when performance and not service was my primary goal.