Not happening. But until we throw ourselves on the rock, Jesus, and are broken into shards the treasure within will never shine through. Men do everything possible to keep from being broken. If we yield to His perfect will and trust that His breaking will not destroy us then we do well. If all that others see of us is our goodness, our talents, our words, our wisdom then we are an absolute total failure at present the savior to them.
Once some brothers and I went to the Little Rock city jail after church to attempt to minister some hope to some inmates there. They were pretty unresponsive and I recall one man who lay on a top bunk with his back toward us. I saw him turn his head our way for a moment then turn again to face the wall. As I spoke a few words to the six or eight men in that large cell I couldn't help breaking down with the love of God for these end of their rope souls. As I wept these formerly bored observers changed as if electrified. The man on the top bunk bailed off of it as if on fire. They all rushed the bars where I stood and thrust their hands through for the gospel tracts I had written. The love of Jesus had flowed out of my brokenness and onto them. They didn't know what it was but their spirit man saw the love of God and ran to it.
You see I didn't WANT to be broken down to weeping in front of these strangers. No way. But after you've been broken you have no way of holding back the treasure of Jesus. He seeps, flows, rushes, pushes through all the broken places. This men saw not me but the savior. Who do others see in you? He must increase and we must decrease otherwise He'll never be seen. Rush to be broken so that the glory if the savior may be w seen upon and in you.
Once some brothers and I went to the Little Rock city jail after church to attempt to minister some hope to some inmates there. They were pretty unresponsive and I recall one man who lay on a top bunk with his back toward us. I saw him turn his head our way for a moment then turn again to face the wall. As I spoke a few words to the six or eight men in that large cell I couldn't help breaking down with the love of God for these end of their rope souls. As I wept these formerly bored observers changed as if electrified. The man on the top bunk bailed off of it as if on fire. They all rushed the bars where I stood and thrust their hands through for the gospel tracts I had written. The love of Jesus had flowed out of my brokenness and onto them. They didn't know what it was but their spirit man saw the love of God and ran to it.
You see I didn't WANT to be broken down to weeping in front of these strangers. No way. But after you've been broken you have no way of holding back the treasure of Jesus. He seeps, flows, rushes, pushes through all the broken places. This men saw not me but the savior. Who do others see in you? He must increase and we must decrease otherwise He'll never be seen. Rush to be broken so that the glory if the savior may be w seen upon and in you.
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