2 a.m. Sitting, with my back aching a bit, in grace. I'm sitting in this editing chair at the Campus House of Prayer.  It is a quiet night here at this 24/7 prayer house.  The streets out there seems to be a bit more serene.  People carrying their businesses elsewhere, perhaps. 

I'm here editing my ministry's men's appreciation video tonight.  There is something about us as people that when we do works dedicated to someone other than ourselves, it seems as if the reward had already been received.   The thought behind it really counts.  The thought.  It is that moment when a creature as selfish, prideful, foolish, and stubborn as he can be, is moved by yet another.  Somewhere in our broken lives with our broken hearts, there is room to draw near.  These hearts of stone moved by life- to the measure we have been shown life.  Our beings made more like Him. That only goes to say that for all, who were made in image, we are moved by compassionate people, loving people, patient people.  It is the very quality in them in which we long for more for those who have little...but perhaps despised because of a lack.  But there can not be compassion unless it is a person who holds it.  There is no love if there was no God. 

I watched a man pedal a  bike-cart down 25th on the way to the CHOP.  Another night from Down Town, I assume.  He turned his head, exchanged a glance, and then turned his head back completely.  He set his eyes on a young man exhausted and wasted behind him in his blue, aged, cubical cart.   He laid on his side with his back propped up against the right corner; I only caught a glimpse of his face.  Another night of his biking career, riding away another life dressed in a tux.   Except he's not just quite "another" life.  Biking ministry, anyone?  Jesus on wheels doesn't seem to be such a bad idea if it's fast enough to catch up with the guy asleep in the tux.

Philippians 3:8-9
"What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith. "

I want to bring You fame.
Teach me how to reach out to you because I often find that You have already extended Yours.

Your grace goes further still.