Dear brothers and sisters at SI,I didn't start this thread for any deep treatise or theological discussion. I really have no point other then I need the fellowship. Lately I have been helping with an outreach that I feel completely overwhelmed by. I volunteered to help the program at this fine church that I have only been at for a few months. Even though I am still a stranger to the congregation, I somehow became repsonsible for running this particular venture and feel overwhelmed. It's an outreach in conjunction with some bikers which I am about as culturally relevant to as if I were in Africa. (I look like a cross between McCauley Culkin and David Spade.)The only thing that motivates me to do this is my belief in its mission. It must be the Lord that puts a love in you for someone that you have nothing in common with.One night after a planning meeting, I was particularly distressed. (I believe in planning...I love a plan. Impulse is not comfortable to me...)Well plans sometimes work and often they don't. I realized that I sorely needed someone to mentor me in this new area of ministry. Since it seemed that there was no one to teach me, I figured I would just have to put my big boy pants on and fake it.I mention all of this in order to share the following little episode. After a bumpy meeting soured by fearful and complaining saints I wandered the church building to gather my thoughts (and lick my wounds.)Not knowing my way around I discovered a small chapel set up at the end of a hall. I thought I might duck in there for a quick prayer. Actually I was looking to gripe to the Lord. I frankly asked to be released from this burden. Obviously there has been a mistake and I was resentful for looking like a fool. So I unloaded my prayer and without waiting to hear anything stood up to leave. That's when I saw the little handmade varnished plaque on the wall. It's woodburned letters read "Jesus Never Fails". My heart broke, my eyes teared, and I fell back down. How quickly I forget. Fix my eyes on Jesus. Look to Him and be saved. Maybe if I am the most unqualified in my stength to lead this venture, then I am the most qualified to rely on His strength.This weekend I am helping with some worship music for a revival meeting at a different church; a downtown mission. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the missions pastor has had much experience with the type of ministry I am trying to learn. Like I said...I had no point for this thread. Except to say I am reminded once again that the Lords' grace is sufficient for me.MC
