You don't need me . . . but you love me anyway

That is, God doesn't need me. Nor does he need you, for that matter. Yet I'm compelled to serve him. I am tempted to question why he would choose me for the work to which I'm called. Then I'm reminded that he is the kind of God who works for those who wait on him, that he is not served by human hands as though he needed anything. So he must have some other reason for calling me. It's surely not because he needs what I have to offer . . .

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Location: Athens, Georgia, United States

Friday, December 02, 2005

Chains

I've never seen a friend in chains before. Until tonight. And they wouldn't let me talk to him. But I guess he did what they said he did - and it was dark. Could've been worse, but it was dark.

When they came to church years ago, God gave me more prophetic words for them than he had anyone before. They were doing bad things. We fought hard to save their marriage. With God as active as he was, I was hopeful - but he didn't save it. So now I get to look back and wonder what else I should have done.

You know how you do. With hindsight 20-20 you kick yourself for not acting on the sense you had that all was not completely well. There was something there that should have been made to leave. And being a good westerner, sometimes I'm hesitant to deal directly with the dark side.

They needed deliverance.

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