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Recently, I submitted a post where I was called to help some people and I served. This post is about ignoring God and failing to act when called to serve.
Some time ago, I was called to help a friend and I ignored what I was supposed to do.
A good friend of mine, whose name was Joe, was away from school for the summer months. He was a close friend, albeit somewhat misguided. We had many long talks over the years and many fruitful discussions. I was aware that he was depressed and was having some internal issues and family problems.
I had not seen him for several weeks and, in truth, being tied up with my own challenges and schedules, I had not thought of him much. Then it began: the overwhelming message that he needed some help, a friend that would listen. I kept putting off the message and I will admit, I put myself before him. I wasn't "in the mood" to take it on. I didn't want anyone else's burden or drama. Little did I realize the extent of how badly he was suffering.
In the back of my mind, I was aware I was not walking a path I was supposed to. I was being both selfish and even defiant.
Soon thereafter, I got the phone call. Joe had shot himself in the mouth with a 12 gauge shotgun. The thing is, somehow, I KNEW he needed help, a friend. I ignored the calling.
It would be unrealistic to blame myself for his death and I am by no means looking for pity or reassurance.
Let us just say I believe wholeheartedly that God uses his servants every day. I have learned to listen.
Some time ago, I was called to help a friend and I ignored what I was supposed to do.
A good friend of mine, whose name was Joe, was away from school for the summer months. He was a close friend, albeit somewhat misguided. We had many long talks over the years and many fruitful discussions. I was aware that he was depressed and was having some internal issues and family problems.
I had not seen him for several weeks and, in truth, being tied up with my own challenges and schedules, I had not thought of him much. Then it began: the overwhelming message that he needed some help, a friend that would listen. I kept putting off the message and I will admit, I put myself before him. I wasn't "in the mood" to take it on. I didn't want anyone else's burden or drama. Little did I realize the extent of how badly he was suffering.
In the back of my mind, I was aware I was not walking a path I was supposed to. I was being both selfish and even defiant.
Soon thereafter, I got the phone call. Joe had shot himself in the mouth with a 12 gauge shotgun. The thing is, somehow, I KNEW he needed help, a friend. I ignored the calling.
It would be unrealistic to blame myself for his death and I am by no means looking for pity or reassurance.
Let us just say I believe wholeheartedly that God uses his servants every day. I have learned to listen.