Hey hey hey!
There’s so much I’ll like to say here that I don’t even think I’m ready to share. In fact, I’m at the stage where I have so much and too little to say at the same time.
I asked myself this morning, ‘Can Jesus interrupt you for just 5 minutes?’
It’s a valid question because it seems like when I sing ‘More of you’ or ‘Invade me’, I don’t really know what I’m asking Him for.
When He answers that prayer, why does it always seem like an interruption to me?
When He says ‘tell that man I love him’, I mostly walk past like I didn’t hear.
And I have many excuses too. Many of the people He keeps telling me to tell about His love are people that don’t look the part.
The other day, I passed by a man who was smelling of alcohol and looked dangerous and He asked me to quickly tell him about the love of Jesus.
I didn’t even bother. Ok, I wanted to, but I didn’t walk fast enough before the man entered a bus. I consoled myself and said it was probably not Jesus talking to me.
All the times He has said to talk to those in buses, I first take my time analyzing who and who I think needs to hear what I have to say. The old ones might already know Him. Oh, see that girl, the way she’s dressed, she looks like she needs Jesus.
I’ll analyze, rehearse my words, until I get down from every bus.
But here I am this morning, thinking of what people might think of me when they see me for the first time. Haircut that doesn’t look the part and two ear holes!
Who do I even think I am to share the Word in the first place?
What sort of Love saved me?
And why do I now think I’ve become judge over other peoples lives?
How can I tell who will and will not accept Jesus when I talk to them.
I’ve tried to ignore it, this rush to tell people about Jesus. I mean, I was fine loving God and growing in my own spiritual walk…
But this hunger and emptiness when I don’t tell others about Him is eating me up.
It’s basically tearing my heart apart.
It’s like fire in my bones and you’re the only one I can tell.
I know that He knows that I love Him. He is my life.
But that’s no longer enough, I must tell others about Him. I must tell of this man who came into my life and changed it forever.
One day, I’ll preach and teach thousands.
One day, I’ll travel the world and tell of His love.
But right now, at this moment, I must be satisfied enough in Him to boldly preach about Him in buses.
It is like fire in my bones and it wouldn’t stop.
Love and light,
So too, faith, if it does not have works [to back it up], is by itself dead [inoperative and ineffective].
For just as the [human] body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works [of obedience] is also dead.
JAMES 2:17, 26 AMP