Singing and Ringing

My bill was three dollars and sixteen cents. It included two pancakes, a biscuit with gravy, bacon and eggs. (I know - not a very healthy start). As I was in line to pay the bill and then grab a seat in the cafeteria at Miami Childrens' Hospital, I noticed the cashier was singing. Not really loudly, and certainly not annoyingly, but she was singing a gospel tune. She was African American and she sang a sweet, soulful song.
When she rang up my order, she said, "$3.16, John 3:16. For God so loved the world. That's your verse today, John 3:16." After a paid my biblical bill, she encouraged me to. "Have a blessed day."
God has his people sprinkled all over the world. This lady, whose name I do not know, shed a little light into my life. She reminded me that God simply loved me, and that Jesus died for me. I'm glad she was there. Her role was simple; she was using her gift.

My heroes are those unsung missionaries that are shedding the light of Jesus in a dark, dark place - those who are ministering undercover in Muslim countries, for example - those that aren't living comfortably. They don't have hot water or soft beds. They are living all out for Jesus. They've died to the pleasures of the world and they have given their lives, their entire lives for a people group that is difficult to reach.
Please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying that those that have "comfortable" positions or modern conveniences are not living sacrificially for Jesus. I know many that are.

We start where God has us. Singing a song, loving Him in the everyday, and loving people around us.

My long lost friend, Neil Webb, and I used to talk about always having a song in our heart. When we drive, work, play, there is a worship song in our heart, focusing our minds on Jesus.

May you sing today. May somebody hear and be encouraged.