I am not sure when it happened, but I know it did. I don't know how it happened, but I have a good guess. I don't understand why me, by I want to know it more. Somewhere along the line I became consumed with the gospel. I find myself in community, school, home, coffee shops, target, anywhere day after night and all I know to speak about is Jesus. Failure is often the result so don't be mislead.
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Jesus....his sweet redeeming name. All I know of is how His love never failed me, and I want to scream it from my rooftop so all my city can know it and feel it. I want to gospel them. I want to be gospeled. When I am gospeled, something in me stirs. I go crazy, I want to get the ladder out and stand on my rooftop and scream, sing, dance. Or cook tons of food and fly down I-44 to downtown STL and hangout and feed people I once called strangers. Or throw on white boards everyone's RIDICULOUS ideas and draw huge arrows back to the center of the board on how they all connect and live out the gospel.
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I do not know what happened, but I don't want it to ever go away. I want it to consume me more. I want others to crave this thing called gospel, and to then gospel others on. I want to hear more gospel and be changed from the inside, and not just fixing my surface problem, but destroying the idolatry at the core of my heart.
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I want to see the gospel advance.
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