What is this mountain so large in my sight? At the sight of you I have no strength to climb. Confused and in despair I stand and stare. Out of my feeble lips come: "Lord help me".
Jesus took me to the end of myself. It was then, He began with me. Literally, the gospel brings you to the end of yourself and keeps you there.
The foundations of the Jesus "I knew" were shaken. My understanding of spiritual service and fervency experienced an earthquake. My spiritual compass was reset. A revelation of the Lord Jesus hit me and my life was never the same again.
The Gospel of Jesus Christ drowns all else in the Light of Jesus, not just because of His Promises, but because of Who He Is.
A distorted gospel produces a distorted faith in a distorted Jesus who provides a distorted hope.
There is a story of a young doctor who was born with a silver spoon. She gave up her personal dreams, comfort, a well paying job and the prestige of her family name...
The years have never been free of bloodshed. Unfortunately, the recent acts of terror in Nigeria spring up fresh memories of past atrocities. Past hate, fresh tears, fresh agonies.
What happens when an army of these 'other' insurgents take over the land? These are people who have lost their pride, their insecurities, their ambitions, dreams and aspirations. They have lost their hate, rage, self centeredness and quest for retaliation...
"This new way of life is too narrow such that you cannot take yourself along. You must leave yourself behind" (paraphrase; T. Austin-Sparks).
Make no mistake: "all roads, all paths, all ways DO NOT (I emphasize again: "DO NOT") lead to God's end.