I’m happiest when I’m a spectator,
not the gladiator on the field of battle, UP TO DAVE. A spectator to the orchestrations of the CreatorSustainer of the Universe, in me, others, circumstances. Curious and expectant to see what He does NEXT, in me, others, circumstances. Not my problem, nor my job to fix. When the blinders come off by the convicting work of the Spirit, so I recognize what’s going on — I see the unfolding plot of the GreatScriptwriter, I relax, and am enabled to enjoy everyone and everything, just as it is, including my role as a great example of a bad example — a pathetically-dysfunctional follower of Jesus. I only need to be an activist about anything, when my ReigningShepherdJesus directs me here, or there. When I’m a spectator — DumbSheepDave, I have amazing peace that has nothing to do with my circumstances, or the troubles in the world.
—SpectatorDave, for the moment, because of fresh conviction by the Spirit of the sin of independence/confidence-he-knows-what’s-best/gladiator-mentality
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