“Jesus looked at them and said, “With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.””
(Mark 10:26–27 ESV)
So…this is how I write.
I pray the night before about what, if anything, the Lord would have me to say and I pray that prayer through the night.
When I wake up I often have story or a concept so I type it out in a couple of minutes, I press send and I go to work, trusting that I heard the Lord and not the spirit of whatever I was consuming the night before.
This morning I woke up wondering what in hell was wrong with me.
I’ve lost my mind.
I’ve become the online patron saint of lost causes and impossible projects.
We spent years trying to bring reformation to a certain part of the Body and now we’ve added a multi national drug war to the campaign.
Good luck with that.
Life offline isn’t much better.
Things were precarious before I got sick and that trial pushed everything over the edge.
Many of my friends are free falling with me, seeing the ground approaching at a frightening rate of speed.
Here’s where the insanity comes in.
I believe God is going to snatch us out of the air before impact.
I believe that if we as a peculiar people, a holy nation, and a royal priesthood give up our affection and idolatry of things other than God, He will move.
I believe with God alone…all things are possible, even those things which appear impossible.
I believe one person can make a difference.
I believe that my child and yours can be made well.
I believe that God owns the cattle on a thousand hills and He loves to share His wealth.
I believe He can make a way when there is no way.
I believe He can create something from nothing and beauty from ashes.
I believe we matter to God.
I believe I can die old and full of years having seen the goodness of God in the land of the living.
I believe, Lord…help my unbelief.
Make your own application.