If asked who I am, I would answer “a child of God,” being a disciple of Christ. That sums up my daily life, my present and eternal self-identity, and my world-view of life in general. It is also how I filter the constant information bombarding me on a daily basis from the world at large around me; a world of which I am in, and in touch with, but not a member in the common understanding of the word “member.” I am a sojourner – a traveler through a mystery who is gathering pieces of a puzzle and trying to organize those pieces into proper order.
I have learned many things, but I have not learned how to stop learning. I always have a lust to know more and to keep in mind things I learned in the past. I like people and observe how we are all broken in different places, and longingly want healing in those places. In a very real way, it is readily apparent we need each other to help put those pieces in order. So I will say plainly and succinctly: I have found that Christ Jesus is indeed, truly The Answer. A fact which makes up the core of my being.
I was ordained a Minister of the gospel of Christ and set apart to be a missionary to inner city America, particularly to the homeless and drug/alcohol addicted.
I’m early retired military, and now retired from ministry as a pastor/teacher of the Bible; including full-time duties as a substance abuse counselor at a Christian faith-based inner city rehab and homeless shelter (which I simply refer to as The Mission–its original name). It was both the most challenging and most gratifying assignment I ever experienced. Preaching the Word of God to men who knew their lives had reached the bottom of the barrel, and watching them receive it, was more than gratifying; it was humbling.
When I wasn’t on my feet, I was on my knees asking the Lord to give me His all in all that I needed and knew I couldn’t do alone by my own natural abilities. And He always gave me more than I asked to accomplish that which He bid me do. But it did keep me in prayer; in prayer, while walking, while eating, even while sleeping, I called out to Him. I’m convinced it is the only way I was able to last so long. I depended a massive amount on the conduit of faith from the Spirit of Jesus, through prayer and practicing the presence of God continuously in my daily duties, and expanded it into my world-view at large.
I opened this blog to begin a process of assessing my years of being in Christ’s service and to wait on Him for the mystery to further unfold. Will my next calling be activities at His behest in this world, or closer to His side in glory? Only the Lord knows. But whichever, I will answer His call with a willing heart and with joy. Serving Jesus by His lead has been the most joyous experience in a long and abiding life which even death can not cut short. For that will only usher me through graduation home. A place I have always had in my heart but never experienced on this earth — home to eternity face to face with my Lord and Savior. His promise doesn’t end, only the fulfillment of the beginning. It expands higher, wider, deeper, eternally in joyous service with the Savior. The possibilities are limitless.