Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something. Have you ever met certain Christians and thought…they’ve have something I don’t. That’s the way it is with the ministry I’m working with this month. Right now we are in the mountains helping get word out about a Christian revival concerts that are traveling throughout some villages. We are doing skits, sharing our testimonies, and sharing the gospel in the village center at night. Every morning we get together with local people from the congregation to pray. When they pray, the passion and fervor with which they pray is starkly different from our own. They just seem to get it. It’s like the Holy Spirit just sweeps in the room. And I crave what they have. I want more of God. I want to get past my own doubts and human wisdom. I want to be sold out and passionately radical for my savior.
I want more of the Holy Spirit. I want to tell doubt and fear to get the hell out of my way. I don’t want to keep Jesus in some neat little box. I know He is powerful enough to heal, to raise the dead, and to save the multitudes. Try and get through the gospel or book of Acts without it slapping you in the face. He did it. He does it.
I’m saying goodbye to my old way of faith. I’m choosing in. I’m asking my God boldly for more. And i will wait. I will pray for walls to break if they need to. I will serve Him no matter what and its not like He is not already working…but I refuse to satisfied (or satisfied in dissatisfaction) minus a search for more.
