The Voice Within

I have found my purpose in life.

This indisputable calling has been solidified through a diversity of ways, not the least of which is the fruit of relationships that have been formed over time. Those who have been gracious enough to know me, and love me anyway, have confirmed my role in the Jesus Revolution;
to be a messenger of God's scandalous grace.

I have devoted my life to this calling.

The vortex of my ache is driven by an all-consumming fire, to tell the Story of creation/fall/redemption. The prophetic insomnia screams from within, a song of resurrection hope.
God is not dead, He's surely alive;
Living on the inside, roaring like a Lion...

[3:37] I awake from the haze of wonder,
blurring the line between dream and reality.

I reach for my journal and scribble thoughts to myself:

* "Remember where you came from: Byron Road,
    [now abandoned home].

    Home-schooled and barefoot before the burning bush."

* "I did know thee in the Wilderness"
 - cassette tape recording of Jack Hyles

* "Tell Bill R. that I forgive him."

* "Idea for a sermon: Throw a rock through a mirror on stage,
    killing the enemy within."

I am driven by a Force that is inexplicable to those who have never experienced the freedom of resurrection hope. I search tenaciously for those who are hiding from God's love. I reach out to those who are sitting on the fence, and trembling in terror at the idea of surrender.

I'm just one beggar telling another beggar where I've found bread.