It's not my strength, but Your's that carries me!

The Lost Get Found witness

I had to bring my dad to the hospital last week for surgery on his neck. We go into admitting and sit down with the admitting person. His last name happened to be Leahy, so my dad started chatting him up, because there are some Leahy’s in my family. The gentleman proceeded to tell us that he was 1 of 8 from a big Irish Catholic family. So, my dad casualy asks him if he goes to church. When that question is asked, a common response would be either yes or no, and most people move on. This man began to tell us a story of when he was young and he lost a dear friend. From that moment on, he never went back to church. It was actually an amazing witness. I thanked my father afterwards, for asking the question. Not that the man will miraculously go back to church but because he most likely is thinking about his decisions now. It was obviously something that weighed on him spiritually. This is how the lost get found, we open ourselves up, stand out in a crowd. Love it!

Thinking of you

Heaven knows no difference between Sunday morning and Wednesday afternoon. God Longs to speak as clearly in the workplace or school as he does in the sanctuary. He longs to be worshiped when we sit at the dinner table and not just when we come to his communion table. You may go days without thinking of Him, but there’s never a moment when he’s not thinking of you!

Great acoustic version of “Alive Again” by Matt Maher

The word race is from the Greek agon, from which we get the word agony. The Christian’s race is not a jog, but rather a demanding and grueling, sometimes agonizing race. It takes a massive effort to finish strong.

Likely you’ve noticed that many don’t? Surely you’ve observed there are many on the side of th…e trail? They used to be running. There was a time when they kept the pace. But weariness set in. They didn’t think the run would be this tough…

By contrast, Jesus’ best work was his final work, and his strongest step was his last step. Our Master is the classic example of one who endured…He could have quit the race. But he didn’t.

Use your uniqueness to take risks for God! If you’re great with kids, volunteer at an orphanage. if you have a head for business, start a soup kitchen. If God bent you toward medicine, dedicate a day, or a decade to AIDS patients.

The only mistake is not to risk making one….

He lavished you with strengths in this life and a promise of the next. Go out on a limb; he won’t let you fall. Take a big risk; he won’t let you fail. He invites you to dream of the day you feel his hand on your shoulder and his eyes on your face. “Well done,” he will say, “good and faithful servant.”

When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want?

Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask
to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find
comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will
matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then,
shouldn’t they matter most now?

…so when Christ occupies your whole mind, you really have no alternative than to live his way… instead of filling the void with unhealthy uselessness

A good friend of mine just shared this in our conversation…I love it.