blurry vision

I wonder if maybe my focus isn’t a little bit off.

I’ve spent a lot of time studying wounds. I’ve written much about brokenness, and about healing. I’ve prayed for lots of people, and received much prayer in return. I’ve read many, many books about healing, or “renewal of minds,” as Romans puts it. I have lots of information stored away in my giant cabeza, all of it geared toward those who already believe–or at least, most of it.

What about reaching the lost, instead of those already found? I haven’t been doing much of that. Maybe I’ve fallen too in love with the sound of my own voice, and amazed myself with my erudition.

That’s vanity. That’s not glorifying the Lord.

Jenny has this powerful call for lost people, and a huge heart for service. I hope to soak up some of that. I need to reach out to unbelievers in their brokenness, and try to show them the only source of true healing.

I need to explain to them where I was. I need to tell them about my fractured heart, and about the ways I attempted to patch it. I need to tell them how it didn’t work.

And I need to tell them what did.

I need to explain to people that it’s only through Jesus that I live, and move, and have my being.

Perhaps this involves shouting from rooftops, but more than likely it just involves sharing quiet truth with those who have not heard it.

I need a plan, a goal.

Opportunity is there.