As I slept outside in a sleeping bag with some new homeless friends I kept thinking of You.
Jesus you met people where they were but what happens when they don't want to change? Don't want to be free?
Alcohol addictions, pot and crack smoking, unforgiveness, anger, selfishness
I worry that You won't save everyone. I doubt that You love those who reject the image of You they have in their minds.
What will You do with a man who has been homeless for years and spends all his time getting drunk? Does he deserve Your forgiving blood any less than I?
Who am I? I am a sinner. What right do I have to redemption above anyone else?
Works can't earn heaven or love. It is only by the blood. If it is only by the blood then what about those who out of brokenness and fear stay in slavery to chemicals and addictions?
Saturday night was so fun. eating and drinking next to the fire in the bottoms with new friends. Then sleeping under the stars and waking up to another breakfast and shared meal with my brothers and sisters.
I guess I just worry about Your goodness I worry that Your love is conditional and exclusive. I worry that the gate is narrow. I worry that You will leave some of my brothers and sisters (myself included) outside of the feast knocking and gnashing our teeth.
Give me peace Jesus, I want the peace that passes understanding. I need to know You will not just seek out the 1 and leave the 99 for a while but that You won't relent until every last sheep is back in the flock.