Baby, It’s Cold Outside

In February, snow, ice, and a deep freeze for several days surprised us here in Texas. Many years ago, we had a similar ice storm in Waco. My father cared so much about people that he put on his golf shoes with metal spikes, and walked five miles to make sure the furnaces where he worked did not freeze. As an executive with Owens Illinois Glass Company, he knew if the furnaces broke, people’s jobs would be in jeopardy. Since many of his employees lived from paycheck to paycheck, he didn’t want anyone to be out of a job.

Texans are not prepared for snow, ice, and below-zero temperatures. Millions experienced extensive damage from the storms, including power outages, broken water pipes, ceilings that caved in, and no drinking water. People even froze to death. Some braved it in their homes without power and cooked on their fireplaces as they wrapped themselves in blankets next to the fire. On TV, I saw people waiting in line for hours in the freezing weather in order to get groceries and bottled water.

Texans are hardy people, and we came together to offer food, water, and warm homes. I spoke with family and friends from all over the state, who had multiple people staying with them. The shelters were spilling over and other places were scrambling to handle the overflow. Restaurant personnel distributed free food in the shelters. It was a loss to them financially, but they put others before their own needs. Many people donated to the shelters and organizations who provided relief. It warmed my heart to see people driven by mercy and unconditional love.

Unbelievers and those of faith were working side-by-side, meeting the needs. I pictured the Lord smiling with an approving look as His children were doing what He has always desired of them.

“Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you; then grab the initiative and do it for them!” (Luke 6:31 MSG).

The Scriptures tell us there are spiritual gifts the Lord has given us. Believers recognize these gifts and unbelievers use them instinctively.

“For I wish that all men were even as I myself. But each one has his own gift from God, one in this manner and another in that” (1 Corinthians 7:7 NKJV).

Scriptures explaining the spiritual gifts can be found in Ephesians 4:11, Romans 12:6-8, and 1 Corinthians 12:6-10, 28. All are important to the body of Christ.

“Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. And God has placed in the church first of all apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then miracles, then gifts of healing, of helping, of guidance, and of different kinds of tongues” (1 Corinthians 12:27-28 NIV).

We each have gifts, but when people are in need, our mercy and compassion kicks in and we all want to help. One of the spiritual gifts is called the gift of “helping,” sometimes referred to as the gift of service. We saw this played out during the ice storm. For years my friends who love to help have been so special in my life. They are always “Johnny on the Spot” to do whatever needs to be done. They are the ones whose eyes are roaming for ways to help others when needs arise, and usually do not even need to be asked. I know if I need help, I can pick up the phone and they will be there in a flash. These people never complain and seem to gather steam as they are helping.

I applaud those with this gift who immediately put on warm clothes and braved the weather to help those in need. Many opened their homes and others donated financially. Helping is not my strongest gift, but the Lord led me to do something to help. Many of us helped because God impressed it upon our hearts.

The ice storm was bad, lessons were learned, but the huge number of people who helped one another had the strongest impact on me. Love and compassion won.

Let’s pray:
Father, I am so grateful for Your gift of helping. Countless people were blessed because You placed the needs of people on their hearts. I thank You for those who rose to the occasion whether in physically giving, financially giving, opening their homes, or providing food and water to those in need. I ask you to pour out a special blessing on them. Thank You Lord, for making us aware of the need for water when we take it for granted. No matter how difficult things become, I praise You Father, because out of the difficulties arise lessons and teachings. Amen.

Jan Grubbs
I’m a Bible teacher, author, and speaker, and I am passionate about connecting women to Jesus.

When I was growing up, my dad used to say, “Every day is a new day to Jan,” and it’s true. No matter what happened the day before, every day is new to me. Like you, I’ve had some great highs and some very difficult lows. In those hard times, Jesus always holds and comforts me. 

If you would have told my mother I would become a writer, she would have gotten so tickled. She was a very particular English teacher, and everything I wrote made her want to pull her hair out! I was a “life is a bowl of cherries” kind of a girl. Fun, carefree, and the life of the party, I met my straight-laced, Baptist future husband at 18. We married at 20 and began going to church. I went through the motions, but I became a true believer at 24.

I love teaching women the Bible and seeing the light bulb come on. One time, I was preparing to speak to a group of women leaders, when I asked the Lord what to teach on. Immediately, He gave me the picture of us being the Bride of Christ. I am a hopeless romantic, so this spoke to my heart. I dove into studying Jesus as our Bridegroom, and it wooed me into a more intimate relationship with Him. 

My husband always says I am full of surprises. No one is as surprised as we are that I’m writing, but Jesus isn’t surprised. He took my love for Him, my love for the Word, my love for women, and turned it into this ministry.

Each of us has hidden qualities that Jesus is waiting to bring out. As you linger here and enjoy my writing, I hope you come to understand Jesus as your Bridegroom and the depth of love He has for you. 

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