As I prepared for this past Sunday’s sermon I became arrested by the Spirit of God and I experienced what I can only call an “undone” moment. I sat in the same chair for hours not able to do anything else but witness the work of God happening in me. At times the grief and conviction was so great that tears refuse to fall. I wondered if the Lord would allow me to live to see the rise of the sun again. I wasn't sure what was happening. After the midnight hour as I continue to wait, reading the scriptures over and over again the same scriptures that cut my heart savagely open, I could see as in a daydream me preaching on the stage at the middle school (just typing this brings a trembling in my soul) a could see me waving my hands in the air and preaching and as I came to the final verse and closed my bible I collapsed and died... It was just Thursday at a pastor’s luncheon the devotional word was that it was better to be in a house of mourning then the celebrating house in the book of Ecclesiastes. Now my thoughts were even more random and racing. “You got one chance” is the thought that seemed to echo in my mind. So in the morning I knew I would only preach this message once and not at both gatherings. So I was obedient and didn't preach the 1st gathering. Then I preached. After the gathering as I walked to the door to leave, I remembered the vision of my lifeless body laying in the shadow of the music stand on which my bible remained and then I smiled... Oh yes Mark died today oh Mark died! And the Word remains!!! Hallelujah!
Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus our Lord Romans 6:11
