"Well done, My good and faithful servant! . . . . When I was hungry you fed Me, when thirsty you gave Me to drink, when naked you clothed Me, when a stranger you welcomed Me, when in prison you visited Me . . ."
O Father, my God, my Savior, Redeemer, my Master, I long to hear these words from Your mouth! Beyond any man's approval, more than that of my best friend or Pastor or Mom and Dad or brother or any other man, I long to feel YOUR approval on a life well-lived for Christ!
But God, I fear that all of these things I do to befriend people who have few friends or no friends or to help out homeless and poor people will be burned up as NOTHING-- I fear that I myself will be nothing! Because all of my best deeds are ruined by my despicable pride! All of my most holy and loving desires are overwhelmed and inhibited by my fear!
Ah, God, save me from myself! Save the rest of this world-- my neighbors, my enemies, my friends-- from the ugly, destructive, lustful, prideful, fearful nature that rages inside of me! Save them from Seth Martin.
Love them, Jesus Christ! Kill me, and use this body, heart and mind as Your chosen instrument of grace and love! I beg You, humbled and needy! Do this in my heart-- I cannot do this myself. You've got to do this! . . .
and humble me still more . . .
