Remembering A Man of God

I went to a funeral last night.  He was a Man of God.  The father of my friend.  The friend of my father.  My friend.  And he was fearless.

Last night I heard story after story of a man who was not afraid to do anything God asked him to do.  He wanted to do everything he could to take as many people to heaven with him.  From quieting a restaurant with a heartfelt prayer.  To striking up a conversation while standing at the urinal.  To finish interviewing for a job and asking the interviewer, "How's your relationship with the Lord?"  He was fearless.

I want to live a fearless life.  I don't want to make decisions based upon how I think people will perceive my actions.  Whether they will look at me with scorn.  Whether they will think of me as foolish.  I don't want to live my life fearful of man.  I want to live my life concerned only with God's thoughts of me.  Whether I am obeying him with no concern for the foolish thoughts of man.

When the judgment day comes and we each stand before our Father God, I want to hear the words "Well done!"  I know that's what Jack will hear...

"...and He who wins souls is wise."

Proverbs 11:30