I picture the 15 year old kid whose parents are divorced and who wants to kill himself everyday and hates everyone at school.
I picture the single mom who lost custody of her children because she can’t hold down a job in this economy and drinks herself to sleep every night.
I picture the hard-hearted religious hypocrite who sings loudly every Sunday at his church but goes home to beat his kids.
I think of my future wife, my future children, I think of the historical figures in the Bible sitting there hearing my preaching.
I’m not about to yell in someone’s face who has real issues that need real help.
It’s great to sound passionate. But what does real passion sound like?
It sounds like a man nailed to a cross whispering forgiveness over his own murderers. It sounds like a man raised to life calling for the disciple who betrayed him so he could reinstate him back to fruitful ministry. It sounds like Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, angry at a temple for turning God’s house into a consumer’s playground, raising a young girl to life with the words, “It’s time to wake up now, honey.”
I’m fine with loud preaching, but what are we loud about?
have you ever looked at the ocean? vast and unfathomable really. looking from a distance its beautiful and you have this sense of respect for it. You recognize you can never control it. Up close with your knees deep in water you have a greater sense of its beauty and touch but also of its power. You feel the small waves brush your knee caps. Now go take a swim and don’t stop swimming. You’re in the middle of the ocean and theres no land nearby. Panic hits you like a freight train when you realize how small you truly are and how powerless you are. Its a sense of helplessness when confronted with power thats to be in awe of
Thats what i see fearing the Lord to be. Being a distance away looking at the ocean but in your heart feeling as if you’re right in the middle. Its a power unimaginable yet its also a love that allows us to be His. Thats humbly frightening
I pray through snow that falls outside the window.
I pray with the tears that do not end.