Several weeks ago I was seeking the Lord for greater clarity for these days that I find myself in.   Out of that time of searching came the words:  “Serve the Body.”   I understood this to mean that I needed to become a steadfast servant to the body of Christ.

Last night, I was having trouble getting to sleep, so I spent some time travelling down memory lane watching music performances from the 70’s and 80’s.   Around 11PM, my email went off and I received a note from a woman in Houston.   In this note, she told me about her father and two brothers who had started a church on the north side of Corpus Christi that, after four years, found itself struggling.   She then asked if I could assist her dad in any way.   

I responded back and asked her to have him call me.  Within the hour, she had emailed back telling me that she was so excited she had called her dad and awakened him with the news of my willingness to help.

This evening I joined this man and his church for their Tuesday night service.  It became clear to me that he is God’s chosen man for this work, but he feels inadequate and has continued to try to bring someone else in.   Needless to say this coming Monday, he and I will begin going door to door in the neighborhood offering to minister to all who will receive in the precious name of Jesus.