It hit me so hard yesterday busing late at night. I was literally a living person walking among a pile of dead bones. Usually late at night theres not a lot of people on the bus but one of the buses that pulled up to the station was jammed packed full of people like during rush hour. I thought to myself "if I walked on the bus and started preaching the gospel would God bring life to these people" I walked on the bus and it was full of teenagers who were high. Inside was a few drips on blood on the floor. Apparently there had been a fight. The police came and the bus had to be stopped. It struck me at that point that the world that we live in is completely evil and opposed to God which scared me so much and made me so much more thankful for God's grace in my life. It also reminded me at how hard being a committed Christian is.
Sometimes I get thoughts telling me "It's ok to stop now you've done enough. Look at the other people around you they're Christians and they aren't like you. So what makes you think you have to do so much? Why don't you wait for them to catch up so then you won't feel as alone"
and then I remember that I need to keep moving and not fall asleep and at the same time encourage others to keep running as well.
