Stepping out for the Lord

Tales from the front pew

Let’s talk comfort zones, shall we?

There’s a lot to be said for them, primarily the fact that they’re comfortable.

While comfort is a good thing, too much of it can lead to complacency and, even worse, stagnation. This occurred to me the other day when I was shopping for pants.

Allow me to explain.

The reason I was shopping for pants in the first place is because the last two pairs I purchased were too long to wear and were just taking up space in my closet. Walking down the department store aisle, I spotted an attractive pair. Holding them in front of me, I immediately could tell they were too long. That’s when I decided to step out of my decidedly non-domestic comfort zone.

“Bob,” I said to my husband, “we need to buy a sewing kit.”

“Right, and I think I’ll get a wood sander for those kitchen shelves I’m building.” The only thing Bob has ever built from scratch is a sermon. “You crack me up, Kim.”

“No, I’m serious. I need a sewing kit because I want to hem these pants. While I’m at it, I’m going to hem the other too-long pairs.”

Bob stared at me in mock alarm. “Okay,” he said, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

When we got home, I gathered my pants and sewing supplies and attempted to thread the

needle.

“I give up,” I complained. “I’m pretty sure this sewing needle doesn’t have a hole in it.”

“Let me see it,” Bob said.

Seconds later, he had the needle threaded and ready to go.

“See, nothing to it,” he smiled, handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I said. “Uh, what do I do now?”

Giving me a long-suffering look, he picked up the pants, turned them inside out, and folded the material up about an inch from the bottom.

“Now, all you have to do is just tack it in a few places,” he said, handing them back to me.

“Well, gosh,” I told him, “If that’s all we have to do, why’d we go to all that trouble threading a needle? We could have just bought thumb tacks.”

For a moment he looked at me, trying to decide if I was joking, or he’d actually married a bona fide idiot. My smile confirmed the former.

After several false starts and one painful needle-pricked finger, all three pairs were hemmed.

“Good job,” Bob said. “Now, you need to iron them to really lock in the new hem.”

“Iron them?” I asked.

“Sure, what’s the problem?”

“I broke the iron last week.”

And so, we headed back to the department store for a new iron. (Domesticity is expensive).

Christians have their own comfort zones: church, Bible studies, fellowship dinners.

But God wants us to step out and share His Word with those who don’t know Him — our neighbors, family members, the person sitting next to us on the bus. Are you ready to step out of your comfort zone for the Lord? It’s time to stop “hemming” and hawing and get to work.

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