“I often dream that I am tagging along behind Jesus, longing for Him to choose me as one of his disciples. Then, without warning, he turns around, looks straight into my eyes and says “Follow me.” My heart races and I begin to run toward him, when he interrupts with “Oh, not you, the other guy. Sorry.'”— Mike Yaconelli Too many times in my life, I have shouldered a task, believing that I was the ‘savior.’ I picked up the... Read more