What If I'm the Problem...

I took a poll last night, and it turns out that raining down hellfire, even when it is few and far between, does give spectators cause for concern. There are days I am gasoline, matches, nitroglycerine, and an active fault line mumbling over a cup of coffee. Maybe I am scary. Maybe I am the problem. I think I can own that.

Jesus never surrounded Himself with perfect people. He didn't even surround Himself with good people. He surrounded Himself with broken people, whom He loved into desiring to change. I can do that. I can kneel in my brokenness, and I can desire to change.

Our Good and Blessed Lord doesn't stop there. He calls His followers to action. Dang, now I have to get up and do something. It is so much easier to see that changes need to happen. Now, to be a follower of Christ I have MAKE CHANGES in my life. I guess I could start with prayer. Prayer leads me to action. Prayer also leads me to see my sinful habits, and I have got A LOT of those! Prayer finally leads me to mend my brokenness through Christ's love for me.

And Jesus said to them in reply, "It is not the healthy who need a physician, but rather those who are sick. I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance."

Luke 5: 31-32