I’m Not the Christ

Its been a bit of a rough day. Actually a few rough days. Not all the way, but in terms of a difficult conversation that has taken a fair bit of emotional energy and tenacity to stick with.

So I’m a bit worn out. But I’m remembering, and drawing strength from, the memory of an interview some years back with a fellow (sorry I can’t remember his name right now) who was working for the Dream Center in LA.

He was in charge of the food distribution to skid-row some 4-6 days a week where they fed hundreds of homeless folk every day.

I was at the time beginning to understand that no matter how much we give there are things still beyond our ability to really put a dent in, and I thought he just might know what I was talking about.

So I asked him, “At the end of the day when you’ve fed hundreds of people, and having done this for years, how do you keep going when it still isn’t enough?”

Without a seconds hesitation he immediately replied, “Well, you know where in the Bible John the Baptist is asked about his identity and his reply is, “I’m not the Christ” This is what I remember, I’m not the Christ.”

And this is what I am remembering today as well.

It’s strength to my bones and heart.

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Cyndy Lavoie

“Then she was on the road. She preached with joyful urgency that life could be radically different; right and left she sent the demons packing; she brought wellness to the sick, anointing their bodies, healing their spirits.” Mark 6:12-13 The Message

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