I lived the first decade and a half of my twenty plus years as Christian burdened with the idea that my task in evangelism was two-fold: to preach and to bring about conversion. When I was faithful to the first task but unproductive in the second, I often experience debilitating discouragement. It is difficult for me to convey the freedom that washed over my heart when the burden of responsibility…
Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out . . .
Turning prayers for material provision inside out.
The moment I think I have what it takes, or that I am eminently qualified, or that I deserve to be a pastor, is the moment when my pride will get in the way of Christ using me.
You never know how the Lord may use you to love and encourage the people He has given you the opportunity to serve.
The fight for love is sometimes not letting go.
I began to realize that I failed miserably as a youth minister to the students who were under my care. I saw for the first time what preaching truly is, how serious it should be taken, and what is at stake. I went back to my dorm room, sat down on the floor, and wept.
The Pharisee brought all his religious currency to the market and found that his money was no good there.
Seeking to leverage ministry for comfort goes against the grain of the ministry picture in the New Testament.
A past mistake might motivate a football player, but it won't do much for my sinful nature. My only hope is to fix my eyes, mind, and heart on the One who cannot and will not ever fumble me out of his hands.