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Priceless


Acts 20:18-19             New English Translation

18 When they arrived, he said to them, “You yourselves know how I lived the whole time I was with you, from the first day I set foot in the province of Asia, 19 serving the Lord with all humility and with tears, and with the trials that happened to me because of the plots of the Jews.

 

Priceless

Serving the Lord: 

 

Was never meant to be what we call an emotional experience

It is so much more than that, for it touches all of life

It is breathing and then eating followed by digesting its fullness

As a drink poured out on the ground as an offering and sacrifice

 

He paid the price in full, and He knew what He was buying

I have no idea of the value I represent and who I am

Maybe that is the problem as my price I have inflated

Collecting dust on the shelf, and not really worth a clam

 

Jan Wienen

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