But as for me, I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; you are my God, do not delay. (Psalm 40:17 NIV)
Sunday was a great day in church. I don’t mean a good one, like the others, I mean a great one. Seriously great. The message was that we sell ourselves short, as saved by the blood Christians, when we live a life of, “well, I can’t be perfect, I’m going to sin eventually so I might as well settle in it.”
We forget that Jesus that walked on water, Jesus that healed the sick, Jesus that raised himself from the dead, lives in us. We have a new heart, a new life. Our flesh still looks the same, but we are new! And with that comes the same power that Jesus had.
We are not our old sinful selves anymore. We don’t have to live in bondage to sins we used to be bound to. Jesus has the power to free us from those. If only we accept it and apply it in our lives. We are saints, by the blood of Jesus.
That message stirred in many hearts and our alters (both campuses) were full of people who wanted their zeal back, who wanted healing, who wanted inspiration. And I know that they got it, because I did.
This job situation has had me messed up. I’m trapped, and ready to move forward, but I can’t. And I’ve lost momentum. Sunday morning I got it back.
For all of you who came down, keep pushing toward him and his love. He is there and you will find it if you seek.