I want to beat a drum for Jesus…
As loud and as hard as I can…
I want to wake up sleepers…
I want to upset the enemy…
And I want to send the sound echoing up to the throne of God.

Somewhere deep in my arrogant, ignorant, smug heart there is a seed of desire that wants to see a toothy grin broaden across my Savior’s face every time someone mentions my name… as if He unapologetically interrupted whatever they were saying to insert the thought of “that kid makes me so happy” right into the middle of their sentence. Whatever I do for Jesus, whatever my contribution to the world is over my lifetime, whatever way He chooses to spend me… I hope it’s good, and I hope it’s big… Like, irreparably, irrevocably, recklessly, lavishly, prodigiously, earth-scarringly big.

I want to reshape society by being so sold out to Jesus that I am used to effectively stunt and obstruct the growth of hell’s kingdom and forcefully advance - no, to catalyze the explosion of - The Kingdom of God.

People could forget my name… it’s as valuable as trash… I just want to be used by Jesus… I want to join Him on the calvary road - to follow at His heals… that’s enough… What I know is that there’s much work to be done and He is calling for laborers!

So much work but work under a light and easy yoke…

So much work but for the kindest and most powerful master…
So much work but with the prospect of magnifying the the name of the Great Rescuer.