There are no small parts…

About a million years ago,  when I was at Concordia University in Austin Texas {GO TORNADOES!}, a little film crew came through to shoot a small scene in one of our classrooms. At the time, the movie was just getting started and would take a whopping 12 years to complete!

It was all very glamorous of course. We were told when to enter and exit, assigned seats, told when to “laugh,” and of course did all of this over and over and over again. All for the sake of a few moments in the film.

My friends and I played a very tiny roll in a movie encompassing a twelve year span and unless you were there, you could probably care less about the people sitting in those seats. We added nothing to the storyline, we just filled the space.

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But there’s one thing I learned in my years of theater.

There are no small parts…

The same goes for those obscure stories of the Bible…

Scripture is filled with profound stories of faith in action. Stories worth remembrance…

Noah built an ark in the dessert, Job remained faithful despite immense trials and tribulations, Joseph saved his family even after they sold him into slavery, Moses lead God’s people out of slavery and across the wilderness into the Promised Land, Joshua brought down a city by marching around its walls, Esther risked her life to save the Israelites, Gideon took on an army with only 300 men and pottery, David slew the giant Goliath with a rock, Elijah challenged over 400 prophets and won, Peter boldly walked on water, Paul’s zeal for the Gospel still makes him the greatest evangelist of all time, and a multitude more.

These are some of our favorites not only because of their testimony, but because they are entertaining. They capture our hearts and our attention.

I have no doubt, we could list modern day men and women who’s faith rings loudly. We feast on their books, regale others with their stories of faith, and secretly wish we had a faith as loud as theirs.

But what of those who’s story seems…well…insignificant? Testimonies that seem almost bland and will probably never be made into their own major motion picture…or even an episode of VeggieTales.

Lackluster stories sometimes make us wonder…why bother including it in Scripture?

Take for instance 90% of the Judges {you probably only know of Samson, Gideon, and maybe Deborah but they cover only a tiny portion of the judges listed}, then there’s the minor prophets {not many people are gung-ho about Obadiah}, and other snippets of faith peppered between giants.

Let’s take a quick look at just one of these, the judge Othniel.

The Israelites did evil in the eyes of the Lord; they forgot the Lord their God and served the Baals and the Asherahs. The anger of the Lord burned against Israel so that he sold them into the hands of Cushan-Rishathaim king of Aram Naharaim, to whom the Israelites were subject for eight years. But when they cried out to the Lord, he raised up for them a deliverer, Othniel son of Kenaz, Caleb’s younger brother, who saved them. The Spirit of the Lord came on him, so that he became Israel’s judge and went to war. The Lord gave Cushan-Rishathaim king of Aram into the hands of Othniel, who overpowered him. So the land had peace for forty years, until Othniel son of Kenaz died. (‭Judges‬ ‭3‬:‭7-11‬ NIV)

The poor guy gets five verses in all of Scripture, but what God calls him to do is far from insignificant. After being subject to “Cushan-Rishathaim king of Aram Naharaim” for eight years, God sends Othniel to deliver his people. Boom, done, forty more years of peace. The End.

If this story and others like it were merely to help keep track of the passage of time, surely the authors could’ve simply provided a timeline or list, much like what is found in the books of Chronicles.

God has a purpose for inspiring each author to include these seemingly insignificant bits of our history.

If my friends and I had not occupied those classroom seats, the scene would have been more than empty, it would lose all meaning. Instead of focusing in on the main characters and their storyline, you would sit there wondering why this professor is teaching an empty classroom!

Though my friends and I did nothing to add to the drama, you would certainly notice if we were missing.

Same goes for those seldom read and seldom studied stories of faith found in Scripture…or the detailed feasts and “what to do if you have a boil” instructions found in Leviticus. We may not understand their significance, but without them, the Bible would begin to lose the depth and beauty found only when even those in the background play their part and play it well.


You may feel like your faith story is insignificant. That those like Billy Graham and Beth Moore are more deserving of the spotlight and our admiration. But the truth is, your life, your testimony is vital to God. It is part of His intricate plan to bring His Son to every nation, so that all may be redeemed.

So, I’m curious…what is your story? How did you come to know Jesus? Inquiring minds want to know, leave a comment below.

For me, I grew up knowing Jesus as more than just a really nice guy. My mom kept us active in worship, Sunday School, and bravely lead our youth group for years. I went through Confirmation when I was in 7th-8th grade and stood before my friends, family, and God to claim my faith as my own and not just a promise my parents made at my Baptism.

However, there was a defining moment when I was a junior in high school, after some pretty significant trials, I made the conscious choice to follow and obey Jesus no matter what.

It was more than “Yes, I believe,” it was, “Yes, I will follow.”

I pray that God would use me in any way possible to draw others closer to Christ, or even to Him for the first time. No matter how insignificant it may seem, every time we obey His Word and His Call, we strike a blow at satan, reminding him Who is really in charge.


PS. If you feel like taking a trip down memory lane with me…here are a bunch of pictures from my theater days in college. Just remember…it was college, these are my friends, you’re gonna laugh, but be nice LOL 😉

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6 thoughts on “There are no small parts…

  1. Heather, thank you for reminding us of a very important truth today. I grew up Catholic. We went to mass on Saturday nights mostly and then out to dinner. Every now and then we would go Sunday morning and then out to late breakfast at the Original Pancake House. It was like church was the set up our meal. I said rote prayers at bedtime and mealtime. That was the extent of my faith until late high school and college. My growth was most significant after a tragic event in my life and then again as a young mom. So I guess you could say my growth came the times I was near my wit’s end and was desperate and turned to God. And, boy, was He faithful!!

    Blessings,

    Wendy

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    1. God truly is faithful. The ministry He has entrusted you with could only be born from the experiences He has allowed in your life. And boy howdy, thousands upon thousands have been blessed by your testimony and tenacious study of His Word!

      I can’t wait to see where your faith leads you next!

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  2. Heather, I SO appreciated these truths! I’ll never look at those one liners in scripture the same again.

    By God’s graciousness, my ride to Sunday basketball games was from a family that went to church first. I accepted Jesus through those early years although it wasn’t until a monumental health scare when I was 28 that I really wanted to cultivate an intimate relationship with God. Through the journey, He lovingly let me live (and I currently live) out Romans 8:28! Xo

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  3. My Nana joked that I teethed on the pews. I was a preemie and my Nana had a priest baptize me. I went to church with her every Sunday morning and evening while my parents stayed at home. when I was 9. I accepted Jesus as my Savior, but I thought of God as a huge figure standing in front of a chalkboard. He made a mark on the board for every wrong I committed and erased a mark for all I did right. when I was a teenager/young adult, a church friend of mine took me to another church that was Spirit-filled. After that, I encountered others who were also Spirit-filled. On my collage campus where a local church was holding services in the auditorium, I gave myself completely to Jesus.

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    1. LOL, I’ve seen little ones do that too! God certainly kept pursuing you sister! Looks like He kept putting people in your life to bring you closer and closer to Himself. The measure of His love right there! He wasn’t letting you out of His sight! 😄

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