I think that in terms of the body of Christ, I must be the spleen.Â Nobody’s sure exactly what it does, but you have this vague idea that you need it.
I must confess that I don’t have the foggiest idea what your spleen is, or what it’s for.
I heard an interesting story at the Women of Faith conference last week about a high-tech ant farm (I think it was Sheila Walsh’s story). Instead of the usual sand, it was filled with this blue gel that supposedly had all the stuff ants needed to survive.Â But the ants died and the toy was discontinued.Â It turns out that the ants needed to build their little ant city of tunnels and such.Â Without that purpose, without their reason for being, the ants died.
I’d like to know what I’m for.Â I know what I’m good at.Â I think I know why people who do like to have me around like to have me around.Â But I’m not sure those things are what I’m here for.