Sunday, 7:30 a.m. and what's on my mind?

Very few things will get me up before 7 a.m. This is on of those things. I had a great schedule this week leading in to this Sunday where I'll be preaching live 3 times and be fed over twice on video to our Connection service.

• No Wednesday Night responsibilities to prepare for.
• No major meetings.
• A creative concept that I had been processing (both personally and with others) for about a month.
• A different way of doing the message notes that has allowed me more time and freedom to tweak and fine-tune the message after the normal "deadline date".

Yet, I found myself in the same spot as any other Sunday morning, waking up to the nagging thoughts of the enemy and my flesh.
Who are you?
What gives you the right?
You are going to bomb.

So I'm in the shower, ironing my clothes, eating my cereal... all the while doing battle. Crying out to God for strength, wisdom, and courage.

The funny thing is all those thoughts have truth in them. true.
Who am I? Just some punk that had his life turned upside-down by Jesus.
What gives me the right? Nothing of me, just the authority of the Spirit of Christ that lives IN me.
I will bomb... if this is all about me and done in my strength.

So I, like any other time I prepare to stand before a group of people, lay myself before a Holy God and pray, "Anoint my lips. Less of me. More of you. Show up, God, and show off!"