10-07-2013, 06:11 AM
The man delivered a sermon.
Jensen tried. He really tried to soak it in. He wanted to agree with Tony, but in his heart he was afraid of believing too deeply. The Bible spoke of sorcery by men and the powers of hell, but it also spoke of miracles. Did he dare consider such a possibility?
Peter denied Christ three times and still found redemption at the Cross. His grace was sufficient for Peter. Was Jensen being arrogant to assume it was not sufficient for him? When was the last time he prayed? When was the last time he fell in worship? He longed to commune with the Father, but if he could barely look Tony in the eye, how could he dare approach the throne of grace? The Lord who knew his heart, every sin, every thought, and every doubt. How?
He rubbed eyes threatened with heat once more... or maybe they were filled with so many planks the pain was nearly unbearable. He needed sleep. Tony's teachings pressed heavy on a mind already stretched to its limits, blurred of coherency. All he knew was that he didn't want to bend the power to any will but His. He swallowed.
"This is my stop," the sound of the overhead comm nearly drowned the timid admission. Fast-paced advertisements drenched his face with color. People on the platform rushed on board, and Jensen edged his way out.
FInally, he watched the train leave, filled with hollow, faceless bodies. Use it to help others.
He turned up the collar of his jacket. There was a chance of rain this morning. Tony waited nearby. "I appreciate all you've done. Really, I do, but I can make it from here." He started to go, but half a step forward, he paused and turned a profile toward Tony. "You keep saying he's my God, but he's yours also. All you need to do is ask him in your life."
He felt foolish witnessing after everything they discussed. At least it was a short walk home.
Jensen tried. He really tried to soak it in. He wanted to agree with Tony, but in his heart he was afraid of believing too deeply. The Bible spoke of sorcery by men and the powers of hell, but it also spoke of miracles. Did he dare consider such a possibility?
Peter denied Christ three times and still found redemption at the Cross. His grace was sufficient for Peter. Was Jensen being arrogant to assume it was not sufficient for him? When was the last time he prayed? When was the last time he fell in worship? He longed to commune with the Father, but if he could barely look Tony in the eye, how could he dare approach the throne of grace? The Lord who knew his heart, every sin, every thought, and every doubt. How?
He rubbed eyes threatened with heat once more... or maybe they were filled with so many planks the pain was nearly unbearable. He needed sleep. Tony's teachings pressed heavy on a mind already stretched to its limits, blurred of coherency. All he knew was that he didn't want to bend the power to any will but His. He swallowed.
"This is my stop," the sound of the overhead comm nearly drowned the timid admission. Fast-paced advertisements drenched his face with color. People on the platform rushed on board, and Jensen edged his way out.
FInally, he watched the train leave, filled with hollow, faceless bodies. Use it to help others.
He turned up the collar of his jacket. There was a chance of rain this morning. Tony waited nearby. "I appreciate all you've done. Really, I do, but I can make it from here." He started to go, but half a step forward, he paused and turned a profile toward Tony. "You keep saying he's my God, but he's yours also. All you need to do is ask him in your life."
He felt foolish witnessing after everything they discussed. At least it was a short walk home.