I guess it’s time for another ‘one of those’ posts. Something has really been tugging on my heart lately.
I am the leader of the 2nd service New Believer team. It’s awesome. I love seeing people give their lives to Christ, and I just all around enjoy the whole experience.
Because I got that sort of treatment and it kept me coming back. It was the card I got from 24/7 and the phone calls that got me excited about going back. It was the relationships that I built with people there. And the really great part about it is that I was SO different than everyone there. One person told me that one night when she was giving me a ride home she thought I was going to kill her. It’s funny now… Really funny.
So yesterday… a couple came up after service. I saw the man raise his hand. I’ve seen him here before. I’ve seen his wife here before. They’ve come in for handouts. They received invitations to a new life. He accepted. Her reply? “I’m good.”
What scares the crap out of me is that I used to be her. I used to do exactly what she is doing. I’d get all strung out and go to a church and beg for handouts so that maybe I could get just one more hit. One more hour of being so high it didn’t matter how hurt I was inside because I couldn’t feel it.
I want her to see that her time is almost up if she keeps living how she is living. Barely surving day to day is not what life is supposed to be about.
Where can she go? She chose this church out of all of the many in the area. She keeps coming back. But when the handouts are cut off will she keep coming back?
It makes me want to scream in her face. But I can’t/won’t do that.
She’ll get it.
I just hope it’s not too late.