This is
my eighteenth year of writing God Stuff and I am blessed that a few folks feel
my -- I use the word “my” loosely -- writing has spiritual vitality and
transforming value. Writing is, in a sense, not a choice, for woe is me if I do
not write. I believe this is my gifting from God, something I never prepared
for through education or otherwise, and never did till God put me to the task.
The desire to share the good things of God is ever present with me... like an unscratchable itch, beckoning me to pad and paper day and night.
As I
have said before, and it bears repeating, most everything I write is for me. My
battlefield is my mind for thoughts are the precursor to one’s words and
actions, the substance from which words and actions are formed. And, as we know
from the teachings of our Lord, thoughts matter... they matter a lot (Matt. 5).
It is all too easy for me to meander off God’s spore following other scents
fueled by the desires of my still not quite dead Self. Bringing every thought
into subjection to the Lordship of Christ is a moment by moment battle. So I
spend a lot of time around the Throne of Grace, forever grateful that God
forgets everything we ask forgiveness for... Now, isn’t Grace awesome?
My
writing well is pretty shallow and runs dry quickly. There is simply no way I
could turn out daily Face Book postings, Blogs, poems and studies, which now
number in the thousands, under the power of my own engine. Fortunately God’s
well has immeasurable depth, flowing forth as a river of living water, quickening
the thoughts and intentions of those so inclined to yield to its limitless
resources. Every person that has crossed the threshold into God’s Kingdom is
called to foreordained righteous works. That bears repeating: Every saint has a
ministry in God’s Kingdom! God has a unique work detail for each of His
children, purposed before the foundations of the world. Saints, our job is to
find our unscratchable itch -- find out what God wants us to do -- then do it -- pursuing
the doing of it relentlessly – unwavering -- with our face set like a flint -- with
the tenacity of a junk-yard dog -- till we draw our last breath! Remember,
Grace enables what it commands... when our heart is aligned with God’s will,
Grace will empower our effort.
FIND
YOUR UNSCRATCHABLE ITCH
AND PURSUE IT WITH ALL YOUR HEART
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