Gravity...

Not the kind that keeps us on the ground. The kind that says "Oh my, this is serious!" I've had the feeling a couple times in my life and it wasn't good. The time I attempted a double black diamond at Snowmass mountain in Colorado. The time my brother and I took an exit into East St. Louis with no on ramp on the other side. The time we got our 85 Chevy Celebrity stuck while trying to go muddin' down a country road. This time it's a good thing. It's the kind of gravity that should motivate us, propel us, light that fire in our bellies. It's the gravity that a first responder must feel as they step onto the scene of a car accident. The gravity that an athlete feels in the championship game in the "must score" situation. It's the gravity that says "You might be the only way someone in Cheyenne will hear the Gospel explained." It's the gravity that says "If I don't do this I'll die, AND, if I don't do this they might die!". I don't know. I'm away from Cheyenne right now taking my wife to her parents in Oklahoma. I'm flying back tomorrow. Maybe I'm just homesick. The "gravity" is telling me to get back and start plowing ground again. The "gravity" causes me to look at every empty building in Missouri, and Oklahoma and I tell Sabrina "OOOOOOH, that would make a great church building." lol Anyway, hadn't wrote anything in a couple days. That's what I was feeling. That thing that drives you forward to do the right thing, the ONLY thing. Gravity... Hope that made sense. Probably didn't.

Following Christ,

Jeff