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The Testimony of An Ordinary Missionary
Ten years ago I was sitting alone in my basement. My favorite football team, the Denver Broncos, had just lost a game. I felt God speak to me.
“Do you love Me?”
“Yes! Of course I love You?”
“Do you love Me more than you love your wife?”
I paused. And as I thought about it, I knew I loved my wife deeply. We woke up together. We had coffee together. She knew every single thing about me and I knew every single thing about her. I kissed her at night and we were always there for each other. Not so deep down, I knew the answer.
“I love my wife more.”
“Do you love Me more than you love your kids?”
I would DIE for my kids. If they needed my heart or my eyes or my blood, I would gladly give it to them.
“Lord. I love my kids more.”
And then.
“Do you love Me more than you love the Denver Broncos?”
At first I kind of laughed to myself, “OF COURSE I love you…”
Wait. I had just watched my team for 3 hours, as I always did on Sundays during football season. And as I thought about it, I’d never spent 3 hours alone with God. EVER. I’d never prayed for 3 straight hours. I’d never read my bible for 3 straight hours.
I wondered, DO I EVEN LOVE GOD?
(part 2 tomorrow)
