What would you do with the opportunity – nay, the privilege – to witness Christ to people as they approached the very edge of the abyss? I don’t mean tell them along life’s way where they have plenty of time to forget; I mean what if you are literally their last chance to be saved? If you had the chance to tell them – not “preach” to them by the world’s definitions, but lovingly proclaim Jesus as Savior – would you take it with all your might? Or would you let them breach the precipice of eternity unsaved – one by one – and be lost forever?
Would you clutch each of them to your bosom and pray all the heart of God and Blood of Jesus into them to redeem their perpetual cause, whether they ultimately listened to you or not?
So would I, my friends… so would I…
Merciful, merciful God – this is Your doing, not mine… and I absolutely love You.
Short stories continually capture my heart, as does the urge to write them. Still tinkering.
What may end up happening is the blog, “The Theater of My Mind” will become a forum for experimenting with the short stories in my heart and mind’s eye.
The summer’s in full swing, and one thing that never quits – other than the love of God – is my desire to write and write and teach and teach and write and teach some more. God put it in me, so it’s staying there.
The website’s doing well – Glory Shield Ministries is growing and glowing; so are all the blogs.
The testimony blogs have pretty much run their course but haven’t completed God’s work. Many readers still access them, so I know why God won’t let me take them down. I’m immaculately blessed!
The stuff I’m writing flourishes, and ideas are promised to come. One thing, though…
I’ve started mentoring – mostly online – and it’s all-consuming when it’s going on. The lives of individuals reaching out and trusting God and asking me for prayerful admonitions and words from the Lord. Mentoring (it’s really Pastoring), keeps you on your knees, but also on your toes!
I take God’s heart seriously, and I don’t neglect time on my knees asking Him to adjust, cleanse, and purify my own heart… so that I can be of help to Him in helping those He’s assigned to my hands and heart. In addition to still writing the blogs – and writing in general – it’s a fresh new challenge He says I’m worthy of and I am blessed to undertake.
That’s what going on with me, to date… and I solicit your prayers and bless His Holy Name!
There are all kinds of ways to relate to people, and I am learning that as God courses me through discipling others. God tailors His teaching and treatment of our ills to our personality bent… He has to, because so many of us receive Truth differently.
It’s the same Truth – it’s Jesus – but each person perceives and receives Jesus and information in general… differently. It’s like God relating to Mack in The Shack as a woman because Mack didn’t have a positive relationship with his father. God will also submit to our perceptions of Him as an “old” and almost “grandfatherly” figure, if that gives Him an inroad to our hearts. Because once He has a way in, He can process our lives to eventually receive the fullest and most accurate accounting of His being we can handle.
That happened to me.
So lately I’ve been introduced to some more “new ways” of relating to people’s hearts in Jesus – by His definitions and in ways indicative of His “Pastor” heart. He’s training me and giving me constant affirmations (MUCH needed) as I continue on His way. People are wonderful (and terrible), and I can see why He loves us so much. The “terrible” stuff all happens for a reason. No excuses, but definitely reasons for everything… my stuff included! That tenders me to human existence in general and even softens my heart towards myself… that’s so necessary. Forgiveness is not only to be outstretched to others, but we are to bathe ourselves in the same sweet oils we release. We deserve (and desperately need) it from ourselves upon ourselves, by God’s awesome power.
New things and new ways are being introduced and absorbed, and the adventure continues in Christ’s Name. I’m enjoying it.