Humbled
I pay the price but in many ways I do not. In Susan’s eye’s I seem overly passionate about our call but I look at the price that Jackie Pullinger paid to bring into her home to live with her, addicts and prostitutes. I thank you Father for this word of encouragement. After a decade’s work, Jackie shared that it had taken her so long to train one man to help, sent him to New Zealand to learn more but sadly he returned with new ideas, feeling a burden to work with children, and had to leave her to pursue this (as if there were no children to help there). And so she cried and cried. She had to start again, alone. So much words of comfort were offerred, in letters. But what she needed was for people to come alongside to do the work with her. The trouble was that it looked so easy. She had seen Jesus touch men, healed and changed them. She could not do it alone. Even Jesus had the 12. She despaired that much of the rest of the church is engaged in discovering their giftings rather than giving (and going). But look at how God has raised her up!