Have you ever had to drop what you’re doing because God gives you an assignment you didn’t plan on? I don’t really love interruptions. I feel a secret exasperation when something changes my plans.
That’s why those trumpets in Numbers 10 blow my mind.
After God delivered the Israelites from Egypt, He told them how to set up camp around the tabernacle in the desert. He commanded Moses to make 2 trumpets out of hammered silver. Moses used the trumpets to direct and summon the community. (You can read about this in Numbers 10:1-10.) One trumpet called leaders to assemble at the tent of meeting. Two trumpets meant everyone had to show up.
This floors me. What a lesson in obedience.
Imagine you’re trying to rock your baby to sleep, so you can finally clean your tent. The trumpet sounds.
Maybe you’ve just come in from a hot day working outside, and you’re finally sitting down to eat lunch. You hear the blast.
You drop whatever you’re doing to go to that tent of meeting because Moses and the Lord Almighty are calling you.
God no longer uses a trumpet to summon us. He uses the Holy Spirit.
The other day, I got a Holy Spirit call, loud and clear. But I was in a hurry, so I almost didn’t stop. God wasn’t calling me to a meeting. He was calling me to be a blessing.
As I pulled up to the curb in front of our neighborhood grocery, I almost hit a wiry, curly haired Syrian boy who ran up to my car. Jumping up and down, he used hand signals to help me park. He must have been a refugee, about 7 years old.
I gave him some coins, and two more boys ran toward me. When I walked in the store, God spoke loud and clear. I didn’t hear a trumpet, but a clear thought came to mind:
“Buy those boys something to eat.”
“Oh gosh, I’m in a hurry, Lord, and what can I buy them besides junk food?” (Our neighborhood wholesale shop sells neither produce, nor ready-to-eat food.)
God must have wanted to make sure I paid attention because He sent those three boys into the store right behind me.
“Aunt!” they clamored. “Buy us something to eat! We’re hungry!”
“Aunt! I love Coca-Cola. Buy me some cola?”
I had to circle the store several times looking for something nutritious. I finally bought three containers of yogurt, three cartons of milk, and three bottles of water. I distributed my purchases to my three little friends outside.
My heart swelled when the curly-haired boy grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I think he said this in Arabic: “Thanks, Aunt! This is good!”
I had almost missed out on that joy.
How much joy do we miss because we’re too busy to pay attention to God’s prompting to bless others? His promptings can come in the form of a telephone call, a knock at the door, or a child’s request. His call often requires that we drop what we’re doing for a few minutes.
God won’t blow a trumpet into our ears, but He does call us to be a blessing.
Sometimes we answer His call by sending a text or a note to a friend. Other times we answer by sitting down to play a game of Candyland with a little person. Or we keep a box of individually wrapped peanut butter crackers in the car, so we’ll have something to give to that woman at the intersection under the bridge.
The next time you have a random thought to bless someone, how about dropping what you’re doing for a few minutes? Maybe it’s God calling you to shine His love. Don’t miss out on the joy.
Photo credit: Melika (Note: This is a photo of regular boys in my country, not refugee boys.)