I tend to talk a lot. Whether anyone is listening doesn’t really matter. I have a thought, I bombard an unsuspecting victim with my verbiage via text. Most of my meetings run over because I love visiting and I love hearing what other folks think. I think out loud.
Yesterday during communion, all I could come up with was “Father God, Father God, Father God” over and over again.
I could form no other words. I couldn’t begin to find all the right words. It’s like I had run out of words.
Those two words were a mosaic of confession, repentance, intercession, thanksgiving, acceptance, rank, and identification.
I felt the beautiful washing of the Spirit over me. All I had to bring to the throne were those two words but it was shown to be an acceptable offering.
I believe we try to talk ourselves out of how simple the Gospel truly is. We need it to be complicated so we can escape through perceived loopholes when we don’t want to measure up.
My life is crazy, insane, too fast paced, and usually reeling on the edge of out of control. I need simple truths and practices. I need to love and to be loved. I need to know that whatever I have to offer God can take it and make it what it needs to be.
For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. (Romans 10:10 NIV)
What do you say when you don’t know what to say?
The Rabid Mime 