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Reading on the web I just discovered that the seventh largest church in the United States is for sale and not functioning. I was shocked and very surprised. I thought the ministers were good servants of God. (I also learned that they just recently got a divorce.) There messages seemed to speak to my heart and rang true. Now I sit here wondering what is happening? As I ponder all of this I realize again that the messenger is not God. All messengers are human and indeed are not perfect. Finding myself a messenger I do not like that I am not perfect. But I think God loves it that way.
Only God is God. Only God never fails. Only God speaks to our deepest needs. It is too easy to become confused and think the messenger helped us change or the program did it. However, it is really God who is working and ‘using’ the messenger or the program. God is behind it all. Daily I am reminded of this truth. Standing at the back of the church shaking hands as people leave, there are time when someone will say that message really hit the spot. Pride can and does at times start to enter my being. I can really preach. But at such times I am reminded it is God who made it hit the spot not me.