A person can not change the world until God has first changed them. This is what I came to realize while our family lived in Sudan (previous article).
D-Day (June 6th, 1944) was not the end of World War II. But that day was the beginning of the end of the war in Europe.
“Just because someone shows up to a church building on a Sunday morning, and has done so for the past twenty years, does not mean they have experienced the gospel,” the Holy Spirit shared with me as I put together a message for our Great Awakening series. In order to feel compelled to share the gospel, the Good News of Jesus, people must first experience the gospel.
“You don’t know what the gospel is?” the Holy Spirit began impressing upon my heart. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I spent my whole life in church, I took Bible and theology classes in a university setting, and have completed work toward a Masters of Divinity. How could I not know the Gospel?”
Under the Christmas tree sat a beautifully wrapped box, waiting to be opened. I thought I knew what was inside, but I wouldn’t know for sure until I tore through the wrapping paper to find out. Sure enough, when I opened the box, I found a new backpack, one to replace the NorthFace backpack I had used the previous 14 years, and taken all over the world.
“Zach, I’m not doing well,” Shellie said on the other end of the phone. She was calling me from the school where she’d recently taken a job as a kindergarten teacher. “What’s going on?” I asked. “We had a surprise fire drill and I could barely get my kids out of the room. Can you come over here?” she requested. “Of course. I’ll be right there.” I told her.