The Call

Continued from Saturday's blog "First Things First":
I would go to bed at night worried about the people who had slipped through the cracks - the marriages in trouble, the children in crisis. I worried about all the things I didn't accomplish and should have, about all the things I'd accomplished, but not very well.
The only thing that came out between sobs was a broken plea, "Tell me the good news, " I begged him. "I honestly can't remember...Tell me the good news."
Perhaps you have felt the same way. You've known the Lord your whole life, and yet you haven't found the peace and fulfillment you've always longed for. So you've stepped up the pace, hoping that in offering more service, somehow you will merit more love. You volunteer for everything.
Or perhaps you've withdrawn from service. The stillness hasn't led to the closer walk with God you'd hoped for, just a sense of resentment. You go to church; you go through the motions of worship, then leave and go home the same. And at night, sometimes you wonder, "What is the good news? Can someone tell me? I can't remember."