I am reading a book – the story of L’Abri – that has challenged me in an unexpected way: Do I really believe all of what Scripture talks about? Do I believe there is but one God who is personal, intentional, holy? Do I believe He responds to His people’s prayer?
The truth is that I do and don’t.
Then, to die more to the flesh, to decrease so that He may increase in me, to express real concern for those who are not like me, to see Him more clearly He has moved me to pray for the impossible. Yes, the impossible. This morning I started praying for something that, unless this personal God who is there and is neither silent nor inactive intervenes, will never happen.
Remember His grace, Follow Him in humility, Cultivate constantly, All in cultural diversity.