Juicy Butts, Bottles, and Roaches

 But now, O Lord, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.  do not be furious, O Lord, Nor remember iniquity forever; Indeed, please look--we all are Your people - [Isaiah 64: 8-9]

Salvation is Your idea--not mine and that involves a depth that You only understand.  There's not much point in me trying to speak for You based on my own understanding.  i think that's the problem we all face today.  Too many folks thinking they can speak for You.  Folks are imposing their human understanding to divine understanding.  i shouldn't begin to preach the event of walking by the bottle, butt, and roach.  God, You get the credit for that.  Because they are juicy butts, bottles, and roaches You have me passing by.

 That's quite an event You orchestrated.  i should take a photo of every butt and roach i see laying on the pavement.  Satan would just start dancing in the street to see me pick them up!  "Oh, you should continue on the path you're on," someone once told me as i shared my relationship with You.  You know who that was.  i can't expect him to say anything else.  i'll let You work on him and work on his innate feeling that once in his lifetime he came along to church with me.  Neither You nor i are about to switch roles here.  Better yet, i'm not going to take on Your tasks.  You saved me.  I didn't save me.