Unite Southampton

Sometimes (or maybe always) when we are trying to serve, we think we are the only ones doing the serving. Let me explain.

When I go out on StreetLight, I think I am there to serve the teenagers in Millbrook. I give them drinks, I talk to them, I offer to pray for them. I serve them. Last Friday, I saw another side to what God is doing in people's lives. A very drunk, and quite possibly drugged-up, guy came up to us quite aggressively and we moved off. Half-way up the field, we turned back to see him getting into a fight with some boys that we had been spending time with. These boys then caught us up, seemingly uninjured. One of them (let's call him G) told us that the fight was because the aggressive guy wanted to come after us, but G had persuaded him not to. G served us. He served me.

God doesn't seem to make the distinction I do. He made us all in his image.