Quiet as a church mouse
The idiom “quiet as a church mouse” definitely gives off some negative connotations. First thoughts are-why would a mouse be lurking in a church? The short answer to that is definitely goldfish crackers and warmth. Another is -Eww. Rodents. They’re so...rodent like.
My nick name is Meg-a-moo, or Moo for short. This was lovingly assigned to me from origins unknown. No, My cries did not imitate that of a cow when I was a baby-It just seemed like a fitting name. In researching the starting point from hence “quiet as a church mouse”-it is clear that this, much like my nick name, has no definite origin. It is a well known fact, however, that mice are meek. They make little noise on their own and scavenge for food and a place to make their home. In the 16th century, churches did not store food-whereas, here in 2018, the kids literally CANNOT go more than an hour without sustience. Enter Goldfish crackers. Cue mice.
I am a Children’s Minister at a church here in Fayetteville. The job description for any role either at a church or in a job with a company is laid out. For me, it goes a little something like-curriculum Planning, parental relationships, volunteer recruiting, training, and scheduling, cleaning and organizing supplies, meeting with local children’s pastors, planning any events, and any other item that may come up and fall between those listed, etc. I say this to highlight the fact that there are many areas I fall short and am definitely not gifted in. But I had a revelation today-
Cue Mice. They left quite an impression. And a mess. After necessary steps were taken to ensue the rodent visitation would kaput, there was still evidence of their disturbing existence-located conveniently next to the Goldfish crackers. (Smart)
We are all equipped in very different ways. What a perfect opportunity for us as brothers and sisters in Christ to step in along side each other and use our talents for his glory. So, you don’t feel called to actually work IN the (insert name here) ministry-THATS OKAY! Use your talents and gifting in other ways-Do you like organizing? Are you artistic? Do you enjoy cleaning? (I love cleaning other peoples homes, but not so much my own). Do you like planning parties, activities, or events? Maybe you have really pretty handwriting and can incorporate that into some designing and decorating? Do you like vacuuming? Maybe you failed as a stand up comedian, but don’t mind making announcements? Perhaps you have recorded N*Sync’s albums and have knowledge in the music department. Whatever the case may be-
Ephesians 4:11-12 reminds us that Jesus himself has given us all different passions to equip us for works of service-to build up the body of Christ.
Clean up that mouse life to the glory of God. If you see something, so something. Don’t wait for someone else to do it. Step in where you see a need and fill that gap. If you have a passion and desire from God to serve-find a way. It may not always be out in the front lines, but I’ll bet they’ll notice when you’ve cleaned up evidence of rodents when they’re setting up communion.
Put on then, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience. I guess we are kind of like mice after all.
My nick name is Meg-a-moo, or Moo for short. This was lovingly assigned to me from origins unknown. No, My cries did not imitate that of a cow when I was a baby-It just seemed like a fitting name. In researching the starting point from hence “quiet as a church mouse”-it is clear that this, much like my nick name, has no definite origin. It is a well known fact, however, that mice are meek. They make little noise on their own and scavenge for food and a place to make their home. In the 16th century, churches did not store food-whereas, here in 2018, the kids literally CANNOT go more than an hour without sustience. Enter Goldfish crackers. Cue mice.
I am a Children’s Minister at a church here in Fayetteville. The job description for any role either at a church or in a job with a company is laid out. For me, it goes a little something like-curriculum Planning, parental relationships, volunteer recruiting, training, and scheduling, cleaning and organizing supplies, meeting with local children’s pastors, planning any events, and any other item that may come up and fall between those listed, etc. I say this to highlight the fact that there are many areas I fall short and am definitely not gifted in. But I had a revelation today-
Cue Mice. They left quite an impression. And a mess. After necessary steps were taken to ensue the rodent visitation would kaput, there was still evidence of their disturbing existence-located conveniently next to the Goldfish crackers. (Smart)
We are all equipped in very different ways. What a perfect opportunity for us as brothers and sisters in Christ to step in along side each other and use our talents for his glory. So, you don’t feel called to actually work IN the (insert name here) ministry-THATS OKAY! Use your talents and gifting in other ways-Do you like organizing? Are you artistic? Do you enjoy cleaning? (I love cleaning other peoples homes, but not so much my own). Do you like planning parties, activities, or events? Maybe you have really pretty handwriting and can incorporate that into some designing and decorating? Do you like vacuuming? Maybe you failed as a stand up comedian, but don’t mind making announcements? Perhaps you have recorded N*Sync’s albums and have knowledge in the music department. Whatever the case may be-
Ephesians 4:11-12 reminds us that Jesus himself has given us all different passions to equip us for works of service-to build up the body of Christ.
Clean up that mouse life to the glory of God. If you see something, so something. Don’t wait for someone else to do it. Step in where you see a need and fill that gap. If you have a passion and desire from God to serve-find a way. It may not always be out in the front lines, but I’ll bet they’ll notice when you’ve cleaned up evidence of rodents when they’re setting up communion.
Put on then, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience. I guess we are kind of like mice after all.
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