People say they want to preach, what they mean is they don’t want to be interrupted and to receive a nice offering and get a pat on the back. What don’t want is to lose their sleep or skip a meal or be openly mocked.
Then the Bucks game. I’m looking for the trifecta at the voting booth. We’re voting for the judges
That’s rich ground
If they get a hit they’re usually there. Otherwise I don’t want to clutter the feed
Some are outrageous you know. I wish I would post before I pray. Seems anticlimactic afterwards.
No flackey stuff
The bucks game tonight. fast crowd in the rain and sleet. Got a some good verses in. A few hundred souls again. with the Judas priest concert maybe a thousand heard the glorious gospel of Jesus Christ tonight. Only one rebuke at the game. It’s going to be a good summer for the gospel
Oh Lord it’s cold and wet. Please let me find a place that’s dry with no wind and no police. Hide me Jesus under the shelter of Thy wing and let me dream of you.
“The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?”
– Proverbs 18:25
Jesus heals a man’s spirit. The old world is full of wounds and assaults. A love for Jesus Christ and Intimacy with him is the only cure. This must be the unsearchable riches Paul was talking about. I often think about the stream of life that comes from that old dead tree. And the flow of healing grace and mercy. The ones that know him say there’s a river that makes glad the city of God. A river of life and healing and faith. It refreshes a man and cleanses his wounds and heals his soul. That’s how I woke up just me and my toes, abundant grace and a tarp covered in snow. I’m happy and content, his grace is sufficient and his fire kept me safe and warm.