If I was afraid any longer of what man thought of me, I wouldn’t be preaching the gospel, today.

 

The girl who use to deeply care what others thought of her had to be put to a certain death. I can assure you it was a thousand deaths, indeed.

 

If I worried like I use to about being called “crazy,” I wouldn’t be delivering people from devils today. I would just let them leave still bound so not to rock the boat of the religious sect.

 

If I thought highly of what appears to be man’s requirements for leadership, I, along with others, would deem myself not useable and sit in a pew for the rest of my days. But God has forbid me to be a quiet wallflower letting others do all the heavy lifting.

 

If I cared about being distinguished and highly regarded, I’d pull out my MBA diploma instead of serving the wounded behind closed doors with no title to my name.

 

If I had given way to the scrutiny of mankind, I would have surely quit a long time ago as the grapevine gossip reached my ears.

 

But there came a day whereby Jesus asked me who I intended on following…

 

I had two choices.

 

THEM, or HIM.

 

I chose HIM.

 

You, each, had best get to the place whereby what man thinks of you is no longer what directs your “Yes” to Christ Jesus.