Years ago I was changing spark plugs in my old work car (1963 Plymouth) and my 3-year old daughter, Jenny, was “helping” me. I went inside for something, and when I came back out there were three tiny squirts of water spewing out of the radiator. I looked underneath and there were three sockets laying on the ground. She had thrown three sockets into the engine opening and each one was a direct hit.

How could I get mad at her for trying to help? And I don’t think God gets mad at us when we try to help, either. And sometimes I think I’m about as much help as my daughter was. But there is such a gift as ‘Helps’ (1 Corinthians 12:28 KJV). These are people who want to work behind the scenes to help others succeed.

I’m so thankful for the people at New Hope with a Gift of Helps. You make ministry enjoyable. Don’t stop helping.