The following is from
guest writer, Louis Sutton.
“I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”
(Psalm 84:10)
Bechir’s wrinkled dark skin and white hair were the only
features that betrayed the fact that he was one of the oldest men in the Chadian
town of Adre. Otherwise his energy, his
delight in life, his satisfaction and continual hard work surpassed even men
half his age. Bechir and I became good
friends through my frequent visits to the local area governor’s house where
Bechir would greet me at the door, offer me some water and a seat, then scurry
off to notify the governor of my arrival.
Bechir was a servant in the governor’s house, a position he had held for
perhaps 50 years. He had served the
French colonial governors who brought their fine china and wine to this end of
the Sahara desert and he served the Chadian officials in the now old and
run-down mansion. He had served the good
and the corrupt. The dramas he had seen
and the stories he told were amazing.
But was most amazing was his delight in what he did. He loved serving. He loved being a part of the bigger
picture. He counted it a privilege to do
even the lowest of tasks. The joy
radiated from his face.
That same joy in service radiates from the words of the
psalmist in Psalm 84 who called it privilege to take even the lowest of
positions in the activities of the faithful.
The psalm was written by one speaking from experience. It is attributed to the “sons of Korah” who
were a portion of the Levitical tribes called upon for various services in the
temple. But perhaps the lowliest and
most “mundane” of those roles was that of “doorkeeper”. In this verse the psalmist’s point was that
privilege and delight are found in even the lowliest of roles served for the
greatest of causes. For him service was
not duty, not sacrifice, nor obligation, but a privilege.
So too our own service in the church, no matter what the
role, is best understood not as duty but privilege. It is a privilege to be a part of something
bigger than ourselves, to serve something, and someone eternal and truly
significant. It is a privilege to make a
difference, no matter how humble the task.
It is a privilege to serve in the company of others committed to the
same truths and vision. True, our
service is crucial and needed. The
church couldn’t exist without our participation in its ministry. But ultimately it is a privilege. One to be embraced, entered into, and
enjoyed.