Jesus answered her, “Everyone who drinks this water will become thirsty again. But those who drink the water that I will give them will never become thirsty again. In fact, the water I will give them will become in them a spring that gushes up to eternal life.”
The way of wicked people is like deep darkness. They do not know what makes them stumble.
The woman said to Jesus, “I see that you’re a prophet!”
I asked the Lord to teach me about prayer.
He said, “It’s what I call fellowship.”
And then it made sense.
It’s a conversation.
Like I was looking for a formula.
As if the formula had some magic.
God hears your heart.
God bless my friends.
Bill, Ray, Wayne, Don.
There’s something magical about having godly friends.
We all agree that Jesus Christ is Lord.
And that takes the pressure off.
I’m not in charge.
You’re not in charge.
And He’s a righteous dude.
You know what I’m saying?
Jesus is as real as this warm dog sitting on my lap.
Looking at me.
Watching my every move.
That should convict me of my sin.
And yet, He sacrificed Himself for me.
I met a beautiful lady on the bus today.
By outward appearances she wasn’t lovely.
But she was shining.
I even asked her if she loved Jesus.
It’s that simple.
Talk to strangers.
Like that homeless guy I talked to in the alley today.
He just needed someone to listen.
To let him know he wasn’t alone.
That’s what I do.
I talk to strangers.
He trusted me.
Normally, he don’t ever turn his back.
But, for some reason, he knew I wasn’t out to do him no harm.
I respect people.
And I treat them as a friend.
That’s what I do.
I’m an evangelist.
I share the good news.
It’s funny, my homeless friend respected God but wasn’t willing to submit to God.
I think he knew.
But he wasn’t ready for Jesus but he knew that I knew and he respected that.
And I think my love and genuine concern for his well being left a mark.
Jesus was here.
Because it’s not me.
It’s the Christ in me.
God bless you.
Each and everyone.
May His will be done.
And think about this.
My dog can’t let himself out to pee.
He needs me.
Think about your sin as urine.
It’s a fact of life.
We’re all sinful creatures.
But Jesus is guarding the door.
“Oh, they’re with me,” He says.
I’m with the band.
Catch my feeling?
It’s like we’re in.
And there’s no getting out of it.
Jesus paid it all.
And that’s good news.
He bought us with His blood.
Don’t ask me to explain it.
Let me just show you with my love.
Can I get an amen?