I'm Nothing But A...

Mark 6:7-13
And he called unto him the twelve, and began to send them forth by two and two; and gave them power over unclean spirits; And commanded them that they should take nothing for their journey, save a staff only; no scrip, no bread, no money in their purse: But be shod with sandals; and not put on two coats. And he said unto them, In what place soever ye enter into an house, there abide till ye depart from that place. And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear you, when ye depart thence, shake off the dust under your feet for a testimony against them. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for Sodom and Gomorrha in the day of judgment, than for that city. And they went out, and preached that men should repent. And they cast out many devils, and anointed with oil many that were sick, and healed them.

I'm nothing but a... Fireman, Mechanic, Social Worker, Seamstress, Bus Driver, Teacher, Mom, Dad, Grandparent, Garbage Man, etc... what kind of difference could I make? I can't tell you the number of times that I have heard someone say this or see this reaction on their face. Over and over again, Satan is doing His best to get you to feel unqualified.

I can remember 22 years ago trusting in Jesus as my Savior. It was at the end of my 11th grade year in school. I remember going to English class one day and hearing some of my close friends say, "I'll give him two weeks tops". The feeling that came over me was, "They may be right, I'll never be able to do this."

Well over the summer months I had begin to feel this calling to preach on my life. I can honestly say that I didn't wrestle with the call itself, because I knew God was moving upon me. I did wrestle with feeling so unworthy and unqualified to ever do anything like this. When I told my Pastor about this his answer was, "Okay, you'll preach this Sunday night". Well needless to say I preached my first sermon that Sunday night. The very next sermon opportunity came when my senior year started. I was given the opportunity to speak at our school's Christian meeting called First Priority. All I really remember about that morning is crying like a baby and trying to tell all those friends that I had been changed. Some may have thought, "Well, it stuck over the summer".

As I look back on all of that, I still today hear people say, "He won't make it." But can I tell you that I'm still holding on, or better yet, He is still holding on to me. Yes I'm undeserving and under qualified, but that's God's Grace! We are all undeserving of Heaven, but because of Grace!!! I'm nothing but a... born again, blood bought, child of God that is saved by His grace and kept by His power!

I gotta go, I'm about to start shouting and crying and I don't know how to type that.