In the middle of the night, I wake up to find my soul singing the praises of God. This is hardly some kind of ritual discipline; I can’t shut it off. This is the natural state of someone who has headed down the heart-led path of faith. If you surrender, it will come.
I have total confidence in my Savior. He’s in charge; I’m just along for the ride. It’s the highest privilege of human existence to be chosen for a front passenger seat like this. Nothing can happen without His permit.
Do you suppose I’m worried how this religion stuff will turn out after I’m gone? Not at all. I didn’t start it; I chose to live it because I could not deny the calling. It grew because the Lord wanted more people involved. This blog is now approaching 900 subscribers; at least some of them are finding spiritual nourishment here. That’s a high and holy privilege. I have no doubt some of you dear readers have begun to echo what you sample here. That’s how God works. You don’t merely echo my words, but you tap into the flow for yourself and can’t help flavoring your output with it. I don’t need to worry about people staying on my track, as if I’m the only one who knows the right answers.
This thing is alive unto itself, or it’s not worth the trouble. No, I don’t worry that this will go off course, or that the sweet and unspeakable truth will die without my strong hand to guide. I’m not worried about censorship or someone hijacking the message. If someone who thinks they are in charge should slip off the path of truth, you would rightly disperse from their control. This thing does not rest on my flesh, but works through flesh.
No, I don’t wake up at night worried about “my legacy.” This is not mine in that sense. God is in charge and no one alive in this universe can hack God.