June – For the Gospel’s Sake
Day 181 – 30 June
Your crown has names
For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming? For ye are our glory and joy. (1 Thessalonians 2:19–20, KJV)
After a whole month spent considering what it costs to live for the gospel, surrendering rights, becoming all things to all people, running the long disciplined race, a fair and honest question rises to the surface. What does the person who pours themselves out in this way actually receive in return? We have spoken of an imperishable crown waiting at the finish, and rightly so, yet it is worth asking what that crown is finally made of. When Paul looked ahead to the day he would stand before his Lord and reckoned up his deepest joy and his proudest reward, his answer turned out to be startlingly simple, and startlingly warm. He pointed, in effect, across a room full of faces. His crown, he said, was people.
The crown turned out to be people
Writing to the believers at Thessalonica, Paul asked what his hope and joy and crown would be when he stood at last in his Lord’s presence, and then he answered his own question by pointing straight at them. You are, he told them plainly, our glory and our joy. The word he reached for there was χαρά (chara, meaning joy or gladness), and he set it right beside the word for a victor’s crown, as though the two belonged naturally together. The reward he treasured most, the thing he counted as his crowning glory, was the people themselves, the men and women whose lives had been changed because the good news had reached them through him. This casts the whole month in its truest light. Every right he had surrendered, every comfort he had refused, every mile of the gruelling race, had real human faces waiting at the end of it. He had run the whole thing for people, and people were what he would carry across the finish line, his living, breathing crown of joy. It turns out that the imperishable reward we have been speaking of is, at its very heart, relational. The crown that never fades is woven, in the end, from the faces of those we have loved toward something eternal.
The teacher at the reunion
A teacher nears the end of a long career and attends a reunion of pupils she taught decades earlier. The room is full of grown men and women now, doctors and carpenters and parents and shopkeepers, several of whom make their way over to tell her, a little shyly, that something she once said or did set the whole course of their lives. Her salary was spent and forgotten years ago. The certificates on her wall have long since yellowed and curled. Yet standing in that room, surrounded by these flourishing lives that her patient work helped to shape, she understands with sudden clarity what the real reward of all those years has been. It was never the pay or the paperwork. It was always these people, and nothing else even comes close. The gospel labourer’s reward works in exactly the same way, except that it reaches further still, on into eternity itself. As this month for the gospel’s sake draws to its close, that is the note worth carrying forward into all the months ahead. Keep pouring yourself into people, for they alone, of everything you might invest in, will still be standing there at the finish. Love them, serve them, point them toward what lasts, and one glorious day you will look around a far brighter room and find that the dearest faces in it are your crown and your joy for ever.
Declaration
I am learning to count people, ahead of achievements or possessions, as the true treasure of my life. When I imagine looking back from the very end of my days, I find that the things likely to matter most will wear human faces, the people I loved, encouraged, and helped along their way. So I invest myself in lives more than in things, pouring my time and care into the men and women around me in place of prizes that will only gather dust on a shelf. The applause fades and the trophies tarnish, yet a life truly touched goes on bearing fruit long after I have forgotten the effort it cost me. Today I treasure the people set in my path, certain that when everything else has passed away, the faces I helped toward something good will prove to be the richest reward I could ever have gathered.
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