Just how much do I still want Him to use me?
How far am I willing to go to reach that place He has assigned for me?
What if it’s only a small thing to start with — a simple beginning with only a few?
God revealed something to me a few days ago.
He said, if you start playing the organ and singing old-fashioned Pentecostal music like we once did, even if it’s on the back of a flat bed truck and The Holy Spirit of God is free to move, people will come — just in the same way they once did for so many of us, even years ago now.
If it’s a small place, a scarcely furnished warehouse or a hall of some kind, if The Holy Ghost has freedom there, those who are hungry will find it.
They will be drawn, not to you, but to the anointing and Spirit that operates through you.
Do you have today, something that others do not have?
Can you be only a vessel, and let Him remain the Star?
My cry just now is, “Surely, there’s a work that I can do?”
I think my will has crumbled.
Somewhere, Jesus, use me.
~ Robert Blackburn