Church tonight put a hurting on my heart. The speaker tonight is a man who plants churches in inner cities - Watts, Newark, ghettoes and projects. It was like God speaking directly to me. I gave him my name but I didn’t know what capacity I was to help with. I feel befuddled by life lately.
I do know however that this is was a direct call. He might as well have finished each sentence with my name.
Does this mean I move to the inner city, live in the projects and teach at Christian school? I don’t know. This is a faith step. The scariest kind.
Speaking of scary, the stories he told made me want to run and hide, not run to help. Kids witnessing murders, gang rapes, abandoned children. What have I opened myself up for?