Last week during our team meeting we were presented with an interesting challenge as part of our worship… to serve each other. The challenge seemed a simple one. How hard is it to make someone a coffee or to pass the veg?
It turns out serving someone isn’t the difficult part. Being served is much harder.
But I like my milk in first.
Not so much broccolli.
I wouldn’t do it like that.
Being served means giving up power. It means allowing someone to help. It means reviewing your ideas of what is ‘right’ and ‘good enough’.
It made us uncomfortable. It made us think.
What if you serve all the time? Do others have the chance to serve? Is being served all the time disempowering? How does that manifest itself?