Spiritual Warfare

14 hours of driving in two days. Cars were towed without warning. Getting threatened by large men who work in night clubs. Fingers close to falling off from the cold. Bums--who were actually retired men with paychecks--conning the streets. Open air preaching without one person caring. Nonchalant throwing away of the gospel message that saved my life. Satan's forces blinding the people. The discouragement of not par-taking in the intimate time with Christ. Sleeping on the floor of a church. Lack of sleep. No showers. The realization that one person could know Christ. The revelation of what spiritual warfare in this world is really like. Growth. Allowing the Holy Spirit to keep our faith through hardship. Knowing that we can say we were on the front lines when Boston had its final revival. God using each of us. It was worth it.

I was told in church before we left that I would have to decide whether or not it was worth it to serve God.

This weekend, you know, I am here to say it is not about whether or not ministry is worth it. It is about being alive or dead. To be alive is to serve Him with my whole heart. There is no option for not worth it--I would have to be no longer living. Satan will have to kill me before my life ever says it is not worth it to serve Christ.