A friend of mine and I went away for part of the weekend to seek God. We took all of Saturday and devoted it to fasting, scripture reading, praying, and bible study through other books. We made general plans for the things we were going to focus on, but I decided I was going to start and end with the Gospel.
Well, I didn't get past the gosple all day. All the books I brought sat unused as I dwelt in Romans. I was a forgiven sinner. I couldn't get beyond that.
When we came home we were blessed by a play based on the book of Acts, performed by the youth of our church. They did a spectacular job! But what I was most struck by was how bodly the men of Acts preached the gospel. I couldn't help but cheer when Peter shared the gospel on Pentecost, or when Stephan did the same with his dying breath as he was stoned, or when Saul was saved and couldn't be silenced. I left the play with an awareness that Acts is my history - I'm a member of Christ's church, and Acts is the story of the establisment of Christ's church. I'm just in a latter chapter of that same story - the story of what Jesus continued to do by his spirit through his following after he'd ascended into heaven. Wow.
I had alot of goals for my weekend, but God only had one: to turn me into a more passionate child of his. What better agenda could I have had?
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