What crazy person decides to read in the book of Numbers for devotional time? Yeah, me… that’s who. What tedium! What boredom! “All Scripture is God-breathed,” I remind myself. So what is all this counting about? Why is this here? And why I am I spending this moment in time reading it?
That moment counted because God spoke to my heart. “At the Lord’s command through Moses, each was assigned his work and told what to carry. Thus they were counted, as the Lord commanded Moses.” (Numbers 4:49, NIV)
At the command of God, each person was counted. If God has counted each and every one, why do I waste so much time discounting myself? Every person counts. The work they do, counts. You count.
As I move through our city, I am overwhelmed by the sheer population counts. So many people! But each one with a story. Each one loved and counted by God. Including me. Broken, crazy me. My surrendered, laid down life counts. I have an assigned work by the living God that matters. So I will stop counting my list of items that disqualify me and hear the word of the Lord.
There are so many people waiting, searching, longing to know that they count to someone, anyone. The someone they long for is Father. But how will they know, unless I stop discounting myself and tell them?
Every person counts!
Mike & Chandra Noviskie,
missionaries to South Africa
CCF Missions is a ministry of Christian City Fellowship.