tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29308690.post115647310761703019..comments2023-10-11T10:41:52.030-04:00Comments on My Life in Christ: The Kingdom of God at Wal-MartKenny Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16169564989627741457noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29308690.post-1156564296532440462006-08-25T23:51:00.000-04:002006-08-25T23:51:00.000-04:00Angela,I found it hard not to sob like a baby, and...Angela,<BR/><BR/>I found it hard not to sob like a baby, and I kept wiping away the tears. Granted, I didn't get much sleep the night before, and I'm often more emotional after restless nights like those. However, it was more than a lack of sleep that brought about such emotion.<BR/><BR/>I really didn't feel like singing such a chipper rendition of "Are You Washed in the Blood" either. It seemed so out of place to me, at least because of what God had just done in my heart through bringing me to a place of repentance...I just wanted to sing, "Lord, have mercy on me" or "God, be merciful to me."<BR/><BR/>I wrote Dr. Moore a letter that day, just a half hour or so after I heard the sermon. I told him that as Dr. Moore was sharing about working with his "Paul" in the faith, Dr. Mohler, that I began wishing someday to be the Dean of Theology and thanking Dr. Moore for his kind words of introduction to me. And, while I would consider it an immense privilege to serve alongside Dr. Moore, I must admit that a lot of it is a pride issue. I'd love the office and the recognition and being well-respected. But, I don't have the intellect nor the leadership skills, and I wouldn't be worthy to have such a position.<BR/><BR/>I told him that I tend to try to get away from my past and my upbringing. I wasn't raised in the posh environment like some others. I just learned how to place silverware at the dinnertable a few years ago. And, it wasn't too long ago that I first had the experience of having someone place my napkin in my lap for me. That's just wasn't how I was raised, for sure.<BR/><BR/>I told Dr. Moore that I firmly believed that, "God will probably call me somewhere that I won't be in the spotlight, probably on the coast of Chile discipling a new convert or sharing the gospel with a Quichua Indian in the mountains of Peru. But, I think God is teaching me to be content with that, and I want to be used for His purposes in the manner in which He intends."<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, the taste of humble pie still lingers, and I'm thankful that God crammed that truth down my throat...I needed it!Kenny Wellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16169564989627741457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29308690.post-1156562252550239642006-08-25T23:17:00.000-04:002006-08-25T23:17:00.000-04:00Kenny, you and I were BOTH greatly affect by the s...Kenny, you and I were BOTH greatly affect by the sermon. I think what we identified with the most was our family background/roots. I appreciated Dr. Moore's confessions of pride from his lofty PhD analysis of the ministry (and sermon) of his preacher-Grandfather. . . a man who, in humility and without seminary training, pounded the pavement, lived out his faith, shared the gospel--carried his cross down the narrow road. How often we find ourselves being described in the lyrics of theologian Ricky Skaggs who warned not to "get above your raisin'" when we should be solely identified with each stanza of "Faith of our Fathers." God forgive me for my own lofty pride. I want the faith of my Mamaw who is suffering with cancer. . . a simple, childlike faith in her Redeemer!! Her faith is not in device or creed--she trusts the Ever Living One whose wounds, for her, shall plead. Amen!Angela & Matthewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05351775553781470549noreply@blogger.com