Who am I to say, “They won’t come to You”?
I sit here as if I am wise enough,
Good enough to know that
I need saving.
Yet I have rebelled time and time again
Against You, as if I wasn’t saved at all.
How can I harden my heart towards them,
And claim that I am trying to speak Your Name?
I am no different than them; we are the same – all sinners in need of a grace
So vast and triumphant that it takes everything within our beings
To praise something so sacrificial,
Something so beautiful.
I am not the judge of your salvation or mine,
Or his or hers or theirs,
I am simply a broken vessel whom the Lord has graciously allowed to be used.
And being used isn’t easy; it isn’t popular, it isn’t fun all the time.
It’s a huge privilege, and a heavy task.
It’s a great commission, and an intimidating call.
It’s a wonderful thing to realize you’ve been asked to speak the Truth into the hearts of those who know the Lord, and those who have no clue at all.
~ written sometime in July 2017