Drop a pebble into a still pond and the ripples travel farther than you will ever watch them go. So what becomes of the good you do that nobody notices and nobody thanks you for?

In this message, we turn to Acts 9:36–43 and a disciple in Joppa who was full of good works. Only after she dies does the size of her life become visible, as the widows stand around weeping and holding up the coats she made for them.

Good works point past you to God. That is what separates them from simply being good. Small kindnesses carry farther than they look, and the ones no one applauds are still recorded in heaven. Do not grow weary in doing good. The season for reaping comes, sometimes long after you have stopped counting.