When spoken, the words were drenched in an emotional bath of disgust, frustration and disappointment tinged with despair. The middle-aged person before me was coming to grips with an ugly truth: his decision making did not reflect his age; he had grown older but not wiser. Behind him were years of poor choices, broken relationships, failed new starts and diminishing respect. Before him were questions, questions that seemingly could only be answered with a meaningless and self-destructive repetition of past behavior . . . or might he dare to believe that a long-ago-shattered-dream could be resurrected?
Perhaps the passing of another cakeless birthday had created the sense of urgency that brought him to a worship service and ultimately to an evening meeting with me. Or perhaps his actions were born out of an often witnessed, yet seldom voiced, desperation: "I'll give God a chance!" The rationale's importance pales in comparison to the opportunity it provided to reveal both the source of and the solution to his weakness. "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5
With the Truth on the table, our conversation tacked from what had been to what could be; listening to "Nothing Without You" preceded prayer and my giving him a copy of "More Than a Carpenter"; then like Nicodemus, the night swallowed him . . . hopefully like Nicodemus, he'll resurface at some point.
In His power and for His glory,