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Least of These

This message goes right along with the whole point of our flood group going to New Orleans.... service... Check out Dennis' challenge in Least of These

Which Are You?

Although we may not realize it, we each have God-given purpose. Dennis asks us which tree we are.. (you just have to listen to find out) in his message Which Are You

something more

I can't help but share this, this thing inside me. I touched on it some the other night when I spoke at flood. I feel as though there is this cry from within, something raising out of me… its pulsing within me creating a rhythm all its own. It fights against my flesh, defies my reason. Moves beyond what I can explain but confirms that which I know to be true. It calls to me from within, beckoning me to respond, demanding that I acknowledge something more. It is motionless and calm; yet full of passion and movement. It is God. It is His hand shaping my heart, molding me, fashioning me to His will. It is not an easy thing. It hurts, it requires work, yet He demands more. It has long been my hearts cry, my desire to have more of God, to simply be His, and let him have me. And here it is, this moment; the precipice of the unknown is upon me. God is calling me to more. I have to believe there is more. More to life than living and dying. More to me than this body. More to worship than a song. More to serving than my deeds. More to Love than empty words. More to salvation than a prayer. More to faith than things. More to Christianity than Sunday mornings. More to prayer than just my grief and lament. More to God than words on a page. More, More, More there has to be more…. Yet I realize that it isn't more of God… so much as it is less of me. God is constant, consistent, unchanging. He isn't going to be more; but rather be revealed more in my life, if I choose to heed to this thing inside of me.  Through the chaos of this world, the madness that has become humanity; He is calling His people. He is calling me; to more. There is so much more to be done. A world around me decaying, in utter depravity grasping for something, for hope. And I have it. For this, for his people, for his children, He calls for more.