Last night I went to a leaders meeting at the home of my pastor Al Hardy, where we talked about having passion—passion for God and passion for the various groups we are leading in the church. Al told us a story of a guy who became a train spotter because a man rushed past him when he was a child shouting, “Kudo is in the Vick” with such enthusiasm and excitement that a crowd of people followed him, followed his passion, to see this train.
Oh, that’s cool, you say? Yeah! We need to be pumped about our group. We need to be excited about the work the Lord is doing in us and through us. If we are passionate about what we are leading, those who follow us will come willingly, riding our coat tails to an unknown glorious end chasing down Jesus and His passion.
It was good. I mean—I was ready to go. Put me in Coach! I’m ready to play!!!
Then, we prayed. As we prayed, Al encouraged us to offer up short praises of thanksgiving to God.
“Thank You, God, that You are passionate about us.”
The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. God is passionate about us. God is passionate about me. Over and over the Bible describes His passion for us.
Fearfully and wonderfully made, chosen, special possession, bride, favored, beloved, known, new creation, blessed, etc.—and the list goes on.
The revelation of His feelings for me stirred my soul. The Lord is passionate about us. I mean, passionate. He pursues us continually, gives us good gifts, and takes great delight in us.
God has created me, in such a specific way, to carry out His purpose and advance His Kingdom. He is excited about me. He is excited about watching my life unfold and my love grow. God is thrilled to speak to me and gush over me and tell the world that I am chosen, favored, His.
Me—with the scandalous past. Me—the woman who gave up her gift from the Lord. Me—the human doing. Me—the needy one. Me—the maker of mud pies. Me—the wretch.
Our God, our great big God, our intimate Friend, is passionate about me, and now that I know this, now that I have experienced His excitement, I am passionate about me too.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not full of myself. I’m full of HIM, and that, my friends, is something to start shouting about to everyone and get a crowd to follow you just to see what you are so passionate about.
How can I not share my story with everyone I meet? How can I sit idol now and hope they read my book?
I can’t. I won’t. I will lose my voice to this story.
This story, that is so much like your story, is the only one worth telling.
“And you were dead in your trespasses and sins, in which you formerly walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in the sons of disobedience. Among them we too all formerly lived in the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest. But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the ages to come He might show the surpassing riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.”—Ephesians 2:1-10