The Overflow

“I came looking to be with God today. I came early to River City so I could be with God. I got here at 6:30am to be with Him alone,” Mike said. The heaviness of his heart weighed deep in the tears from his eyes.

“I haven’t cried like this since I was a child. I‘m burdened, but it’s not the alcohol and drugs that I turned loose of a while back. It’s that I couldn’t get things right with God. I don’t have a friend in the world, and I feel like I just want to be alone. You know, I never sit down and talk with a minister and talk like this,” Mike smiled.

“I know God is ashamed of me, that He holds me guilty. I didn’t do what I knew I should, all of my life, and now, will God have me? I know God has His purpose for me, but I turned away a long time ago.”

“I just can’t feel God in my heart, deep in my soul, and I want Him back. In my mind I know Him, but I know that’s not enough. I want His power in my life.”

Mike’s identity was so tied to the past that he had come to accept Satan’s accusations as his identity.  He couldn’t let You into his heart so You could show him Your true identity for him.

A mother who beat him. A pastor who tried to molest him sexually. A father who beat his mother. A thirteen year old Mike who choked his father until he agreed to stop beating his mother. A father who blamed a fourteen year old Mike for his mother’s death. Siblings who believed the father and shunned their brother Mike. They still do. And now, diabetes type two, prostate cancer, and homeless, to boot.

“Bro. Anthony, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be,” he cried. “Do you want to know, Mike?” I asked.  “I can tell you, as a start, what He doesn’t want you to be–a man so accustomed to shame, guilt, and the past ruling his life that he cannot become all God intended him to be. God loves you, and wants to free you. Today.”

“That’s why I really came. I didn’t know that at 6:30am this morning, but you listened, and I know now that God loves me, and that He will save me. I’ve learned today that God ain’t through with any of us yet. That’s what my grandma used to tell me, and that God had a purpose for me. I want to know that for my life. I’m on his path now.”

Fifteen inches. Not very far on a tape measure, but a long way between head and heart. What brings head and heart together?  Healing. It’s about confessing, about trusting You with what You already know about us—that we cannot save ourselves.

You healed Mike, Lord. He’s free. And, he’ll tell You that, Lord. He did when he gave his testimony today at Lunch Lesson. He had no shame in telling of Your love and goodness for him.

“ . . . I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgression to the Lord”—and you forgave the guilt of my sin (Psa. 32:5, NIV).”