When I went off to seminary in Texas, I left many of my personal belongings at my parents’ house.
Among those belongings were some trophies I received playing baseball and basketball in my local recreation department. I had them proudly displayed on a shelf in my room to signify the accomplishments I’d made in my sporting endeavors.
One day my parents came to my house with a box. Inside that box were all my trophies. I pulled them out one by one, looked at them, relived a few memories, then set the box aside. A few days later, I noticed the box was missing.
I found the box on the floor of Cole’s room, and my trophies now proudly displayed on a shelf in his bedroom. Over the next few days, I noticed Cole — like I did when I was younger — would often take down a trophy, hold it, read the inscription on its base, then replace it and take down another.
One day Cole came to me, holding a bunch of trophy pieces. He apologized for “breaking” my trophy, but it wasn’t really broken. The 20- or 30-something-year-old trophy had come apart because it was old.
The trophies of my childhood were made of molded plastic and held together with nuts and bolts. They may have been designed to last for decades (as they had) while sitting on a shelf. But once they began to be handled, they just couldn’t hold up.
Ephesians 2:6-7 tells us one day we will be placed on display to signify the accomplishments our heavenly father has made in our lives through his son, Jesus Christ. However, God doesn’t want us just sitting on a display shelf.
Instead, he wants us out in the world working, doing and serving in his name. Sometimes it’s hard to serve God, especially in this world full of sin. But whereas my trophies came apart as they were handled, God has made us of sturdier stuff than my childhood trophies.
By being representations of God’s grace, others can look at us and see the work he’s done in our lives. They can also see the work he desires to do in theirs, if they’ll accept Christ as their savior.
The Rev. Parrish Myers is a local minister living in Braselton. His column appears biweekly in Sunday Life and on gainesvilletimes.com/life.