As I stepped out of San Churro tonight, I saw the most amazing thing for a very long time. A mid-40 year old man with a cardboard sign that said " I was an addict, but Jesus saved me".
I had such a huge urge to just go up and hug him, to let him know that he taught me something so valuable. A lifetime of sermons is incomparable to a moment of obedience to God. Nothing is ever the same. He stood along a road in North bridge, amidst clubs blaring music and drunk people, with cops patrolling the streets.
This guy had a purpose. It was soo laser focused. He came back to the very same place that once chained him with drugs. That he might be a difference now and offer the greatest invite to whoever was still in bondage to receive Jesus in their life.
He taught me love, patience and an indomitable spirit, to bear the stares that passerby are giving him, the sneers and jeers. BECAUSE he saw the bigger picture, that for God's glory, it is all worth it. He understood the fact that whatever he was facing was a fraction of what Jesus went through to save us eternally.
I felt so ashamed, so upset at myself. What's stopping me from being like this man?? It's a spiritual warfare going on!! Christianity isn't just an individual fight, it's God's army against the Devil's! And how quick it is in our church to forget that, that we only choose to see the easy, non violence part of it all. God battled for our souls, it's war! Not playtime. I guess it's time to suit up and acknowledge the battles ahead.
I choose to be braver. So God help me.
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