Ever Argued With God? Me Too, Here’s What Happened

When I first started helping the homeless it was a lot of fun. But when God asked me to devote my life to it, I was really scared.

Here’s the story. 

I started helping the homeless when I was a freshman in Bible College. It started with simply handing out tracts and inviting people to our church. Before long, it was a weekly ministry of busing dozens of people to church each Sunday.  It was a lot of fun and I loved every aspect of it.

I loved the feeling I got when I helped someone.

I loved the fact that I was learning how to love others.

I loved the satisfaction of believing I was making a difference.

I continued to minister to the homeless throughout my four years of college. Towards the end, when graduation was coming up, all of my friends began to talk about their futures in the ministry.

Some guys dreamed of being pastors of large churches. Some dreamed of being evangelists that would preach in great revivals. Others talked of becoming missionaries to far away lands.

All of a sudden, what I was doing didn’t sound so good to me anymore. All I could think about doing  was homeless ministry, and I began to fear it.

I mean, it’s one thing to do something as a ministry while you go through college, but now God was calling me to devote my whole life to this.

How would I make a living?

This isn’t very glamorous.

What will my family think?

I had all of these fears and many more. 

I worried about this for several weeks. For the first time since I started helping the homeless, I just wasn’t sure that I wanted to continue. I was confused and scared.

Late one evening, while driving home from classes, this all came to a head. While driving down the lonely city street, all of my fears and hesitations overwhelmed me and I began to cry.

I was mad at God for even asking me to devote my life to this.

I pulled over to the side of the road and cried as I argued with God. I can still remember the exact words I used. I told God that I didn’t want to be a “homeless man preacher” for the rest of my life. The future of everyone else seemed so much better at this point.

What God showed me

I sat there on the side of the road in my truck for several minutes crying and arguing with God. When the tears finally cleared up, I just sat there. And that’s when it happened. That’s when God spoke to my heart.

He whispered sweetly to me that my focus was wrong. I was focusing on the “what” instead of the “who”. I quickly came to realize that most of my friends who I was envious of, were just hoping and praying about what God might call them to do.

But me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God had already called me. I didn’t have to hope. I didn’t have to pray. I knew.

Suddenly it hit me. The God of all creation, wanted me to work for him! It wasn’t about the assignment, it was about the calling. God wanted me so much that he called me. Out of 6 billion people on the earth, he called me!

You guessed it, my tears of frustration quickly turned into tears of joy. Ever since that night, I have rejoiced that I have a job to do. A divine job that was given to me by God himself.

The lesson

The bigger lesson I learned through this is not to resist what God is doing in my life. Whatever he wants for me is much better than anything I could come up with anyway.

I found out that true fulfillment comes from doing God’s will for my life.

Question: Have you ever resisted something that God was telling you to do? What happened?

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