PS: On 1/23/20 I wrote on Acts 3, boldly (and perhaps presumptuously) saying “bring it on” about obeying the Holy Spirit concerning praying for folks publicly, laying on of hands, expecting miracles, etc.


I am confessing that it is harder than I made it seem—and I knew then it was hard.  I was in the airport and I observed a man crippled, his foot twisted at a 90-degree angle.  A stranger, and I was surrounded by strangers.  No one even close to knowing who I was.


I chickened out.  It has haunted me for the last week.  What I wrote on 1/23/20 of Acts 3 echoes hollowly between my ears.


Here is where the Gospel steps in: God knew that I had the best intention when I wrote on Acts 3 and simultaneously knew I would succumb to my fears in the airport.


Did I feel bad and continue to feel bad?  Yes.


Does God feel bad about me?  No, emphatically no.  He knows my frame, remember?  At my core I am more inclined to sin and act selfishly (in my own self-interest where fear is a part of) than righteously or “walking worthy of the gospel.”


What this does show me:

  1. is that as I confess my sin, He is faithful to forgive my sin.
  2. He does not abandon me as an instrument unworthy of his Grace but is committed to make me in the image of His Son.
  3. As I am transparent about my failure and confess it, this may contribute to His Glory by letting the reader join me in hitching up our britches for the next time.


I am, yours in Christ,


Rick Sutton