In a moment I realized that God was trying to show us the selfishness and self-centeredness that we had been operating in. How insincere of us to wallow in the glory and never go after the prodigal. How naive of us to fill our pockets with seeds, never intending to gather a harvest, let alone plant anything. How twisted to withhold the medicine from the sick. I knew then that God had not sent us to (others) that night. He had sent (others) to us. He wanted to show us what is meant to be broken for the lost. He wanted to show us that church was never meant to be in a building. He wanted to show us that there were people waiting for us. He wanted to show us that greater things were to be done. He wanted to show us that belief requires action He wanted to show us his heart. And thats what we found. Never in my life have I been so desperate to see people realize that there is a greater life to be lived in Christ. Never have I so burned for the prodigals to return home so that I may celebrate with him. What are we doing in our steeples? With our light shows? and concerts? and fitness centers? and pumpkin patches? and coffee and muffins? Why are we having potlucks with no guests? Why do we disagree over what verse to put on the back of our ineffective evangelical t-shirts? There are people out there that need what we have. It is a crime not to bring it to them. My heart breaks over my own selfishness and disbelief. It burns with one desire. What are we doing for (others)?
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 21:32:26 +0000
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