This is such a simple question and one usually used when attempting to be compassionate. You come an old man asking for help opening a door, how can you say no? You walk past a homeless woman who sincerely looks in need of something to eat, how can you say no? You see a cute little Girl Scout selling chocolate mint cookies, how can you say no? OK, maybe the last one has to do more with your sweet tooth than anything else!
For close to 21 of the 24 years that I have been on this earth, I have lived for myself. While in those years, I have yielded my wants and desires to help others plenty of times, my main focus was satisfying me. I lived for myself and only for myself. When you are a selfish person, you tend to think you are anything BUT selfish. I was truly a selfish person. I still struggle with this today, but it is amazing the difference a few years can make.
I have had people ask me the following questions:
· Why would you want to move back to Selma?
· Why would you want to work at a church when you could be making more money somewhere else and not working on Sunday?
· Why? Why? Why?
My overwhelming response is, how can I say no even if I wanted to?
Many times in my 24 years of existence as a human being, I have more than tried to ruin my life. At one point, I was on a direct course for the destruction of my life. For people on the outside looking in, I was nothing more than an irresponsible, immature boy, who acted like most others my age. To them I wasn’t an angel, but I surely wasn’t the devil either.
Inside of me was a different story completely. My heart had become hard and black. I treated my parents and friends badly, but nothing compared to the way I treated my physical and emotional well-being.
In my darkest of times, when I knew I could go on no further, that is when it happened. Jesus had given me life so many years ago to only watch me completely throw it away. He was always there, always calling, always encouraging….all of His words seemed to fall on deaf ears. And now, at the culmination of my selfish life where I did nothing but throw away the gift He so preciously bought for me, He was there. He did not show up with a spirit of condemnation, but one of acceptance and compassion. Exactly like the father of the lost son (Luke 15), He came running to greet me with a hug and a kiss. He had reached out to me in the darkness of my life and had come to MY RESCUE!
He has been, is, and will always be “my Rescuer.”
How can I possibly say no to anything He asks of me?