Feeling Needy

I hate the feeling of brokeness. Walking through the campus looking into eyes of the lost wishing nothing but for them to come to know the King I know, but only to be looked at hastly and even cursed. Then I sit and complain quietly to myself and then I am reminded that on this day, Hindus across India our rising up to remove the name of Christ from their presence. Gospel for Asia contacted our church yesterday and notified us of the effort to remove the Gospel. Kidnappings, abuse, persecution, and the list that goes on and on has risen greatly these last few weeks. I heard of one missionary who would not let anyone in his home for he did not want those who he was ministering to, to know his very own family was dying of starvation. I complain of persecution, I complain of suffering, or of having a broken spirit. Yes, I only know what I am exposed too, but what a ridiculous and very selfish thought. The conviction that followed nearly broke me as I bursted into tears. I have came before the Lord more times than I can remember these last few weeks with outpouring tears. Some of joy and thankfulness, but many more of mourning. Some of which have roots to my sin and others to the roots of the lost. Why, I feel almost diminished as a man to weep like I have.

King Jesus, you are good, King Jesus I praise you for you have freed me from death. Lord God Almighty, thank you for your grace and mercy. King Jesus, rain your righteousness upon me so I may walk proclaiming the gospel for Your Kingdom.