I am not the strong silent type.  In fact, I think to feed the existence of that character in my life would be following the god of what I wish to become.  I would love to be the Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, etc.  character who lets his fists win the day, his good looks woo the women and his silence strike fear in those who wondered.  This is not the time for silence for them who serve the Kingdom of God.  This is the time to speak up for Christ, to tell people how to escape the coming judgment and befriend them in love so that they might know what to do with their fears regarding this worlds’ entropy.   In other words I ain’t good enough looking to woo the women in silence, frankly it takes begging, decisiveness or good honest character, I leave to your judgment as to which one I am promoting.

I fall short hourly.  I know that God expects me to produce through love, study and reliance upon the Holy Spirit.  Do you think he forgives me for producing through like, bone-headed understanding and reliance upon my own slim whit?  Does your intention matter?  Does it take faith to go out and try to create disciples even when you do it poorly as in my case?  Am I a failure if I learn the ontological argument for God, know his precepts and can find it in the Bible, then have such a faulty upper lip that my delivery is slurred?  I don’t have your skills, but I have a heart that won’t let me quit, because I know that he will never quit on me.  Isn’t that what it’s about?  Knowing God’s love for me overcomes my inadequacies.  What I do ain’t pretty but don’t the results rely completely upon the Holy Spirit?  I mean, I may be bow-legged, fat and slow but I still have the chance to win the race, given who’s on my side.

We don’t know what we don’t know.  But wouldn’t you say that there is enough cumulative evidence to indicate that we are rapidly approaching a face to face meeting with our creator?  Doesn’t His Word indicate the season or the environment for such a meeting?  I don’t care how dumb, lazy, stupid, funny looking or poor I may be when all that matters if I show up for those moments when my duty calls.  It doesn’t matter if all my achievements are preordained, it is still my choice to serve God that will get me up off my keester when the works needs doing.  I love the story of that little drummer boy, playing his childish heart out to a God whom he so deliberately and desperately loved.  Isn’t that what it is all about?   I don’t know what your gift is but I sure would cry big, crocodile tears to see you give it all for the account of God.  Perhaps together we will make a bigger splash and be less afraid than alone.  Won’t you join me in doing our best for Christ?  He gave it all for us, maybe we can show him how much we love him by giving some in return.