I came home from work this afternoon and was headed for a well deserved nap. But Kim had other ideas for me: head out to Westboro with her, a cross, some tracts and stand on our regular corner for an hour and a half. Before I could say, "But, dear, I just finished driving for eight hours and ...", we were in the car and on our way. It was a blur. I'm still trying to figure out how all that transpired.
So there at our busy intersection we stood like fools, as usual. Lots of cars, lots of pedestrians, lots of looks, lots of tracts rejected, lots of tracts taken, our "VICTORY" cross doing its work drawing many a person's attention from all around.
And as people stood on the corner waiting for their light to turn green, Kim proclaimed the gospel by means of quoting key gospel verses well enough for all to hear. On the way back to our car, Kim tagged every parked car and utility pole with a gospel tract.
I don't think there is a fire extinguisher big enough to put out the fire that burns in my wife's heart for the Lord, the gospel and the lost. But, then again, why would anybody even think of trying to do such a thing? How does one go about putting a chokehold on the work of the Holy Spirit in a believer's heart?
I consider it a wonderful privilege to serve the Lord in bringing the saving gospel Jesus Christ to the streets on a regular basis. And I consider it a wonderful blessing to be able to spend my time doing so with someone who is not only my gospel giving partner, but my partner in life, as well.
Ya, I'm pooped. Maybe after I fall asleep for the night I'll dream of having that nap I was hoping to have and kill two birds with one stone.
Thank you, Lord. Thank you.