I was reading Esther today and I saw something that dovetails with the parable of the talents.
We’ve all been through the bit where Esther was put in the position as Queen of Persia in order to save the Jews… but do you remember that she was *terrified*? She was terrified to use her talents to serve God. If she messed up, the consequences would be swift and heavy – and she hadn’t asked for the talents she’d been given, or the position she’d ended up in because of those talents.
She made the choice to use what she’d been given (her beauty and her charm). It worked out.
All our talents are like that, you know. It’s not just the talents we think of, intellectual or physical. Who made your face? I surely didn’t make mine. I like my face. I guess I can say that because my face is pretty near a copy of my maternal grandmother’s face. Different crayons, she was a fair blonde. But … same features. Do I get to take credit for something I didn’t make? Nope. Should I use what has been given to me by God for good? Yes, yes I should.
That means that the extra goodies you get because you’re pretty – stop feeling guilty about it. You didn’t make your face. But how about you use pretty for something useful? Smile at the old man who doesn’t get smiled at. Pass a word with the guy in the corner. You can do this stuff with perfect propriety as a married lady – keep your spine straight, that’s the main thing.
We have all sorts of talents. How are we using them for God?