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This past Sunday, our pastor preached one amazing sermon. He discussed the work Jesus sent His disciples to do in Matthew 10. Jesus sent the men on a mission and there were probably times when fear filled them.
Pastor Ted Cunningham nailed it when he said:

“Don’t fear hell. Fear the one who can send you there. 

Enough said. 
At the end of the sermon he called people to surrender their lives to Christ. He announced the prayer team would be available to pray with people in their new decision to walk in Christianity. I stood by the sign that pointed to the prayer room.
Nothing. 
Not one person walked that way. My heart immediately began to get critical. There are a thousand people here and not one person is convicted to accept Christ after that sermon? How ridiculous. 
Before our usual between service prayer meetings, I had an errand to run. I was still letting angry, judgmental thoughts fill my mind as I hurried to make it to the prayer meeting to offer up my prayers with the rest of the team. When I walked into the room, there was a gentleman sitting on the couch learning about Jesus and what it was like to receive Him.
Conviction hit me like a ton of bricks. It must have been the morning for that as I was reminded earlier that morning that I was a hypocrite. Here I was judging people for not coming forward to receive prayer, and here sat a man crying, ready to surrender it all because he feared hell and felt Jesus drawing him closer. He received Christ and we all stood around him and prayed for his new journey into Christianity. It was a great celebration.
God’s whisper in my heart reminded me that it’s not about the number. If that one man was the only person to accept Jesus that morning, that was one more person than the week before.
We are to celebrate one just the same as we would celebrate 100.
I quickly allowed myself to have expectations of others that I had no control over. Because of that, I temporarily gave up on the belief that everything happens in God’s time. Just because the gentlemen didn’t walk up when I was standing by the door, didn’t mean God didn’t have a plan.
He’s rarely early but He is never late.
What expectations have you let get in the way of trusting in God’s timing? Comment below…

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