I don’t want to burst anyone’s bubble, but the reality is that not everyone who walks through the doors of a church is a disciple any more than walking into a garage makes you a mechanic. I remember speaking to a man who told me he had been pastoring for five years before he received Christ into his heart.
Wouldn’t it be great if Jesus kept us out of every storm? Wouldn’t it be wonderful that even when the economy tanks, we still have money? When everyone else is getting older, we still look and feel like a twenty-year-old? When the fires burn the neighborhood, our house is the one that is left standing?
