After Creekstone's first gathering last night, I have had a few thoughts. I'm sure as the day wears on, I'll have more clarity. Or maybe not. All that matters today is that Jesus lived for me, died for me, rose for me, reigns over me, and is returning for me... and that, by sheer grace, I am his and he is mine. I am forgiven and accepted and loved. The gospel is true. I have hope.
Here are the Monday morning reflections:
1. I am so thankful to be doing what I am doing. Thank you, Jesus, for letting me be a church planter in Dahlonega. It is such a huge, huge privilege to be called upon to lead in the planting of a new church community that focuses on the God's grace/the gospel like a laser. I am already waiting for this coming Sunday! Of course, the guys' fight club on Wednesday is going to be my mid-week gospel oasis. So looking forward to hanging with y'all again in just two days! And I've been looking forward for weeks to teaching for Campus Outreach this Wednesday night. You students fire me up with you enthusiasm to know, live and celebrate the gospel.
2. I am stunned by the number of people who are showing interest... and showing up. God is at work. That is the only way I can explain this.
3. I am so completely unworthy.
4. I am a foolish vessel for God to use in this role. I would not choose me. So maybe God will be glorified in this thing after all.
5. The greatest gift I can give these folks as a leader/mentor/pacesetter/example is my own need for Jesus.
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