Friday, September 23, 2005

"One night I had a dream. A woman clutched a little girl, struggling to hold her child's head above the water. Nearby, a wave plunged a man into it's salty depths. He choked for airas he thrashed his arms against a ceiling of water. All around, the ocean churned with drowning people, gasping for air and desperately trying to push their heads above the surface. Their screams were doused by the roar of the relentless waves. Their cries caught the wind, but only in vain. They were alone int heir terror, with no help in sight. Then a huge rock appeared, and a voice called into the darkness. People began crawling up the rock's craggy sides to safety. But when they got to safety, something happenedthat drove me almost goofy. The people who emerged from the waves got busy. The got involved in builing rock gardens, rock lives, rock jobs, listening to their rock music, and going to rock meetings where they talked about the people who were still drowning in the ocean. But nobody went back to the water's edge to help.....I yelled at the top of my lungs, 'How could you forget you were once in the sea?!' As I watched the 'saved' scurry about their rock work and as I listened to their rock talk, I realized the rock was the cross of Calvary. The voice they heard was Jesus, calling by the power of the Holy Spirit, inviting them to come join Him. He's never high up on the rock where it's safe; He's calling from the ocean's edge, where the dead, deseased, and the lost are found, and as you might recall, that's where He found you. Did you know that as few as 5-10% of the people in an average church have shared their faith in the past year?That means 90% of us have chosen the sin of silence. Just like in my dream, those who were drowning have gotten so busy and involved with the safety of "the Rock," they've forgotten to reach out to those who are still drowning."

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