Shortly
after we moved to Mt. Vernon in 2001, I remember losing a bet with some
friends over the Dallas Cowboys. See, I never quite got over the Jerry
Jones firing Tom Landry incident and hadn't been able to root for the Cowboys
since February 26, 1989...the day Tom Landry was fired. My penalty for
losing the bet was I had to wear a sign, front and back, on the NE
corner of I-30 and Hwy. 37 here in Mt. Vernon that said, "I Love Jerry Jones" for four hours one Sunday. I was humbled....I was humiliated....I was thankful no one knew me in town.
As I sat there staring at the man with the hot pink sign, I couldn't help but wonder if I had his same boldness to tell the world "Repent! Jesus Is Coming!". Do I love my Jesus enough to share this news with the stranger stopped at the red light? Would I be embarrassed that you, my friends...my family...would see me standing there practically begging you to "get it"?
We are so quick to judge those who practice their faith different from us...and I'm first in the Guilty line, friends. Before God and I became BFF's, if I saw someone in church lifting their hands in praise...totally moved by the Holy Spirit....I would be embarrassed for them. If I heard someone yell out "Amen" during the sermon, I'd get a whiplash looking to see who said it. What's interesting is, I was perfectly at-home lifting my arms at a football game or yelling out "YES!"" when a touchdown was made. Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?
But the closer I get to God, the bolder I'm becoming. If I ask you if you know Jesus, it's not because I'm nosy, it's because I care what happens to you. If I say I'll pray for you, it's because I long for you to feel God's arms wrapped tightly around you comforting you. If you see me lift my hands in praise, just know I'm boldly and humbly standing at the throne of God at that very moment, eyes closed, holding the hand of God. I feel His breath on my soul and my emotions are so raw, they leak out my eyes. I pray....I PRAY....you feel this too.
Jesus IS Coming...SOONER than you think.
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