I've often heard, in ministry, people tell me that they wish they could speak like I do. I hear many people tell me they wish that they had a story to tell, like the testimonies we often hear from others. So many people, many desperately wishing to share a story...to tell the love of Christ that they know all too well. Still, they remain silenced, feeling as though they have no voice...no story to tell.
Many times in life we find ourselves in a rut. We look
around and see that all we fought
for, all we cared about seems to be miles away.
It feels as though we have lost the
very thing that makes us...us. That somewhere along
the way, we have lost touch with ourselves...
perhaps even our faith. For some, it may be
what is keeping them from finding their faith
for the first time.
When I was in college, I went on a mission trip to New Orleans. It was amazing, how my BSU (Baptist Student Union) teacher set it all up and led us. I learned many things on that trip, many of which still effect me today. There was one lesson that I learned that has proven to be the most invaluable and the one lesson that has changed my life the most.
First, understand that Tammy was constantly teaching me, pushing me to accept and become the man God called me to be. At that point in my life, while I had accepted my calling, I was still fighting God on it all. Let me start this blog from the beginning of trip.
We had our gear packed, the money was secure, and we were amped and ready to head south. As the van, which we borrowed from a students parents, pulled off....something was different. Things were changing inside me, and I wasn't quite sure what it was. It was truly the beginning of my transformation into the man I am today.
But if I say, “I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
Jeremiah 20:9 (NIV)