Desperation

I realised how much I do stems from impure motives. To be seen by man, to be flattered by man, to receive praise from man, to be liked by man. It's not a new discovery and it's not a nice discovery. When I think I am living for Him, very often I am just living for myself.

A few weeks ago I read this story about a guy who felt led to share Christ with someone in the hospital who was slightly deaf. He had no alternative but to shout the message of the gospel to the patient and to let go his fear of feeling foolish. And he wrote that as he stood there at the foot of the bed shouting something in him broke and he moved from the fear of man to the love of man.

I know I need that kind of love and that kind of desperation.

Help me, to move from the fear of man to the love of man, not to care what man may say about me anymore, but to move from flattery to encouragement, to move from discouragement to rebuke, and always to speak the truth in love.