I know it's late and I'm indeed rather sleepy. The bed is alluring, to say the least, and when coupled with the fact that it's Sunday service after less than eight hours, theoretically it is most appropriate I (try to) fall asleep at this very moment. Yet, I am troubled, and have been troubled, and I feel the urge to write it down.
First of all, I must admit that I have been sinning quite often and also wasting some of my most precious time doing nothing meaningful. This has probably resulted in my lack of time and energy to spare on more important matters (as the work of the Spirit cannot fully be realised through me), such as caring about the well-being of certain people, who I have assumed could well thrive without my intervention and intercession, but were probably entrusted to me by God. I have always thought I was of no great significance to anyone and that everyone could blossom with or without my being there, but I was only half right. True enough I should minimise my own importance and lead people to God because He is the source of life, love and also growth, and that simultaneously anyone can be the medium between Jesus and men (and obviously our Lord can reveal Himself to men directly), yet my inaction itself is a bad testimony of His overwhelming love, and possibly a disappointment for those who have been expecting the proper three-dimensional Christian example. Therefore, I have not only failed God but also failed men somehow, and thus allowing more to fail God. May I be forgiven on this matter, o Lord.
I have sometimes wondered if there are too many souls that I have been given the chance and duty to leave a trace on, and often more is duly required, however after careful thought I cannot help but realise this is according to my own wish and talent. I always thought I have loyally paid the debt owed to other fellow beings but the moment I started to go after my own glory I was at fault and meanwhile drained of all the remaining energy meant to shepherd some more sheep. For sure I have experienced exhaustion, but it was completely because of my own misdeeds and not an inappropriate estimation of my share. Yet the Lord has great mercy despite my failure, and has been saving the souls by other means and still preserving invaluable opportunities for me to take up my yoke once again. For this I am eternally grateful, and as I plead for His mercy I must remind myself not to ask for less work but more grace, and not for less responsibility but more wisdom.
I have no doubt now that God will revive His own people no matter how painful the lessons are, despite my having had times of scepticism towards my own worth and the maturity of some others, as it all hinges on His will instead of men's abilities, because everything good, including the noble intention of men to do good, originates from the Lord. If men turn towards God themselves actively, no other men need to take part in his salvation. Let me pray earnestly about His will being done on those whom I think about now and then, with or without my involvement, and myself being willing and ready to surrender my time and effort when necessary, for how could a loving God ignore a fervent prayer?