Not every barrel gets to travel.

At some distilleries, barrels are moved around the rickhouse during aging. A barrel that spends time high in the warehouse, where summer temperatures can become brutal, may later be moved somewhere cooler. The idea is to balance the effects of heat and location as the whiskey matures. But that isn’t how every distillery does it.

Plenty of barrels are rolled into a rickhouse, placed in a particular spot and left there for years. They endure whatever comes with that location — the heat, the cold and the changing seasons. The wood expands and contracts, the whiskey moves in and out of the barrel, and slowly something develops that could not have developed anywhere else. The barrel doesn’t go anywhere, but that doesn’t mean nothing is happening.

I think we sometimes have trouble understanding that.

We tend to notice people who move. Someone leaves home to chase a dream, takes a new job in another city, heads overseas as a missionary, steps into a new ministry, starts a business or walks through a door God has suddenly opened. Those stories are exciting. We celebrate them, and we should.

But somebody usually stays. The missionary has people back home praying and giving. The child who ventures into adulthood often has a family that remains a steady place to return to. A church sends people into the community because other people keep showing up Sunday after Sunday to teach, sing, serve, clean, pray and do a hundred things nobody notices.

And every year, students leave classrooms and move on to the next grade, the next school and eventually the rest of their lives. The teacher stays, and another group walks through the door.

There are times when God absolutely calls us to move. Abraham left home without knowing exactly where God was taking him. The disciples dropped their nets and followed Jesus. Paul traveled thousands of miles carrying the Gospel into places where it had never been preached. But movement isn’t the only evidence that God is working. Sometimes faithfulness looks a lot like staying put.

After Jesus healed a man who had been possessed by demons, the man begged to go with Him. You would think Jesus would have welcomed another disciple into the traveling party. Instead, He told him, “Return to your home, and declare how much God has done for you” (Luke 8:39).

His assignment wasn’t somewhere else. It was right where he was.

There are seasons when we look at other people moving forward and wonder whether we’re being left behind. They have the new opportunity, the new adventure, the promotion, the ministry or the fresh start. Meanwhile, we’re still in the same church, the same job, the same house, carrying many of the same responsibilities. We’re still in the same place in the rickhouse.

But staying in one place doesn’t mean God has forgotten where He put you. A barrel resting quietly on a rack is still changing. Heat and cold are doing their work. Time is doing its work. The oak is doing its work. And God can do some remarkable work in people who are willing to remain where He has placed them.

Maybe somebody else can move because you stayed. Maybe somebody else can take the risk because you remained dependable, or walk through the door because you were there to hold it open. And maybe the work God is doing in you requires something our restless culture doesn’t particularly value: time.

There will always be stories about people who went somewhere. There should also be stories about the ones who stayed, because sometimes staying isn’t what happens when you fail to move. Sometimes staying is the calling.

And the barrel that stayed put may discover that it was exactly where the Master Distiller wanted it all along.

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