Serve

Serve.....wait......listen.......be blown away......be humbled..... remember......
Washing this mans feet...there wasn't a second guess, no hesitation. I just wanted to do it, because I loved him. Because he means so much to me.

And I wonder what kinds of feeling Christ has for me. Such feelings that sent Him not to a death, but something far worse then that...tortured. A pain in which I have a hard time comprehending. He proceeded to Hell a place that was to be my home, if not for Him. Live Christ Crucified that was the message, Live Christ Crucified that was what was pulling at my heart.

Isaac was given wood to carry on his back, knowing that something was to happen that would be great, yet simple in action. He carried the wood up to the mountain, and when he asked where the sacrificial lamb was, and his Father looked at him, Isaac said nothing. But I'm sure he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind as Jesus had through his...well in some cases.....

But Live Christ Crucified I can't get that out of my head.....
I am like Isaac- with the pack of sticks on my back, I am willing to be a sacrifice....not knowing really what is to come next, but trusting my Father knows what He's doing....for my good.