Saints Everywhere

In some town you’ve never heard of at some church that will never headline, a psalmist writes beautiful poetry to God.

At some small camp, dusty and dirty, old and wooden, an amateur magician delights kids and shares the Gospel.

In a rural county, a single lady with no children, over a lifetime, disciples hundreds of children.

At some ministry faraway, a no-named somebody works away for decades.

We think often of the Main Street churches, the Copperfields, the laureates, the gurus, and TED talkers, but God has his saints everywhere, just as at work and as faithful and fruitful in the creases of counties as in the county seats.

Certain people get to speak at national conferences about how they did it. Others just do it I guess. God is no respecter of plenary sessions. He knows the way of the righteous. He is as present and active with the least as he is with the bright lights and big stage.

Thank God for the little people who make the world go ‘round and bring the Kingdom near. Thank God for middle school band directors and high school coaches and camp counselors and Sunday school teachers and youth group volunteers and little old ladies who pray. All people who will never land in history books, but they will be known by the people they loved and served, and they will be known by God.