Nothing but Jesus. I'll be faceless.

So there is a point in every day where you have to decide that there is hope, and that there is Jesus. Things suck, you let people down, there is no vision, the purpose is money to live, and that makes no sense at all.

This is a rant, that man, can the world be saved? Is there really any hope for mankind to live in a place of contentment with the Lord? Do we have to get bigger? do we have to broadcast our sermons in 12 locations? Do we have to put 9000 seats in our sanctuary? What makes our words so worthy for 2 or ten thousand - or for any other soul?

Only Jesus can heal the blind and the sick. Only Jesus can reach the lost and dying. Only Jesus will accept the broken and the destitute. This is life - That we may know Him, the one true God through Christ whom He has sent.

Kings and kingdoms and leaders and businesses will pass away, but there is one thing that remains - the hope of heaven, and a just and perfectly righteous ruler, Christ.

My job nor my jeep will go with me where I go when I pass on from this flesh. What then is it that keeps me tied to them? What is it that makes me think that I have to pay some sort of respect and thanks to God that they are mine? Does he not just want my heart? Is it my say whether I travel to the ends of the earth and see people healed or saved? Or whether I stay in my room and weep?

What is this life about? I want to be done with the non-game playing. I don't want to play the game. I don't want anything anyone has to offer. I don't want your network or business card. I don't want "in". I want You, Jesus.

All these other things cause worry, and all these other things cause duty. Mostly things we like to label as duty as unto the Lord, but he doesn't care about my job. He'll be with me in what I do, but I am certain He would be cruel to say that this is part of the grand scheme of His Kingdom.

I don't want your yellow car, I don't want the gourmet meal. I want Jesus. It is my desperation. I won't defend myself, but I will guard my faith with His armour.

There is none but Jesus. There is none but the Christ, and I will not proclaim anything else in the earth as long as I live. Jesus alone is worthy of our praise. He came, He is here, and He will come again for those that have set themselves apart, from all but the idea that they are His.