Same Invitation, Different Direction
Melting down the wall decades ago, unable and unwilling to continue in the current course of life, I heard the sweetest words ever, “Follow Me.” Jesus’ invitation was a balm to my desperate soul. Fresh hope doused my discouragement, infusing my ravaged heart with strength. The thought of accompanying Jesus wherever He led seemed feasible. Things could not get worse, and continuing on the current course was no longer an option. Desperation and a refusal to participate in the chaotic cycle of insanity brought me to the end of myself and opened my ears to hear Christ’s life-saving offer. My...
