Lord, here I am, send me!

I'm not sure I would consider myself a writer. In fact, as I sit here thinking of words to say, I struggle. I know that I have things on my heart that I want to write about, and I believe those things were placed there by God. He has given me a heart for people, and I know that I am supposed to do something to help people who need help. My voice is supposed to speak for those who are not being heard, but where do I begin? My heart in particular is for those struggling with a mental illness, or an addiction of some sort. These people often get over looked, and labeled as "less than" by society, even by Christians sometimes. The bottom line is this: Jesus didn't call us to reach those who we feel deserve to be reached. He didn't say go and preach the gospel to those whom you find "worthy". None of us are worthy. We are all sinners and we all fall short. The thing that weighs heaviest on my heart in regards to the way some Christians do things is, as Christians, as people who are supposed to be followers of Christ, there is not one thing that we do that should be done from any place other than a place of love. We are to tell people the truth, in LOVE. We are to love people, and be the tangible hands and feet of Jesus. If someone is struggling with something, we HELP them. If we see a need, we take care of that need. We are not Jesus, but we are his servants, and we are to serve his people. Serving God is not about YOU!!! Going to church is not about YOU!!! Your relationship with God is not about YOU!!!!. Why are we living our lives with the mindset of "how do I benefit from this"? When are we going to wake up and step out and go out to the front lines (so to speak) and go to battle for these people that have been written off as hopeless, and rejects? I want to serve Jesus. I want to be on the streets ministering to drug addicts, and prostitutes, and homeless people. Those who are hurting, and broken, and who are in desperate need of a savior. I want to love those that the world has labeled unlovable. And I want to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. Heavenly father, please show me what you want me to do with this passion you have put on my heart. Open the doors I need opened to be able to do the things you have called me to do. Lord, where you lead me I will follow. Where you send me, I will go. Here I am. I am yours. Use me. Send me. In Jesus' name, Amen!

You Are My King

You are my king
Your name I sing
With hands lifted high
To you, I cry
You bring the victory
Death has lost its sting
Chains have been removed
Washed white as snow,
I've been made new.