I was worn thin by the continuing pursuit of the Spirit. He had more determination to woo me back than I had to stay away. After months of evading I thought I’d at least darken the door of a church again just to see what might happen. I was taking a chance by challenging God on His own turf.
So, on Sunday morning, I strolled into a small local storefront church and positioned myself in the second row, right in the center in front of the pastor. I figured if this was going to be a fight I wanted to push the envelope. I look back now and wish I could have been a witness to the events that day. The stage was set and an obstinate young man, mad at God, was seated directly in front of a man of God awaiting the outcome. Was God tough enough to beat me? I wasn’t sure, but I was bringing the fight to Him.
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Shannon says:
March 14, 2012 at 7:39 pm (UTC -7 )
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