Then I said, “I will not make mention of Him, Nor speak anymore in His name.” But His word was in my heart like a burning fire Shut up in my bones; I was weary of holding it back, And I could not. (Jeremiah 20:9 NKJV)
This past Wednesday evening I was drawn to read the post I’d written about the first time I preached the gospel on the streets of San Diego. As I began reading I was instantly reminded of the strong urge that led me to preach in the first place.
Although I suppressed this urge for months it grew increasingly stronger to the point where I couldn’t suppress it any longer. Then on Saturday July 6th, 2013 I told my wife that I felt this strong need to preach the gospel and pray with people on the street. She said go – so I went.
Now the next morning I was reading my bible and praying to the the Lord; asking Him to increase my love and compassion for the people of San Diego’s inner-city. And once again I was reminded of the strong urge within me that began this journey.
Right then, His small still voice spoke to me saying, “I placed this strong urge in you to preach the gospel and pray with people on the streets. This whole while I’ve been leading you to the people of San Diego inner-city because I love them. It is your mission to tell them this and to also tell them to turn from their sin and trust in me as their Lord and Savior unto everlasting life.”
(Now I didn’t hear an audible voice though the message was clear and there was no vision of a heavenly being covered in blinding light though I knew I was in the presence of God.)
I was filled with awe at experiencing the small still voice of God. And further, I was encouraged, for even though I knew in my mind the Lord had sent me to Hillcrest, this marked the first time He declared it to me personally in such a real and powerful way.
I more clearly understand the purpose for which I’ve been called to Hillcrest and possess a greater faith that God will bless this new work knowing that He has already prepared the soil for the harvest. And yes, I do possess a greater love and compassion for the residents of Hillcrest and can’t wait to get back there Saturday afternoon. Oh, how I rejoice in the sweet moments of prayer!