I can point to the exact moment I asked Christ to save me, not from eternity in separation from God, but to save me from where I was. It was 1997 in Kansas City, Missouri and I was 18 years old. I had been searching through the occult for answers for a couple years, since in my opinion Christianity was untrue and irrelevant. This led me through a carnal world that at the time seemed to hold freedom beyond measure. For me this was a time to get out on my own and make my own way. In fact, I moved out of my child hood home one week after turning 18 and began working full time while finishing high school at an alternative school. After six months of living as a reckless teenager I was evicted from my place and homeless. Being full of pride and unable to admit my interest in the occult was false I was truly a lost, wandering soul. Consequently in lieu of turning tail and going back home I put my trust in to the lies I was reading and decided to go on homage to Mexico in search of true enlightenment. I gathered my friends for one last night, and the next day I left in my 1988 Honda Civic and drove nonstop to the Mexican/US border. Upon arriving I sold my car for 300 dollars and crossed into Matamoros, Mexico with full intent to head to the Sierra Madres in search of enlightenment and mystical power. After a few days of hitch hiking, however, I was picked up by the authorities and placed into a Mexican Prison 1,400 miles away from home in Mexico City. I know what you are thinking as you read that; in fact every time I tell this story I see the concern come across the faces of the listeners. I was there and no one back home knew. However, this is not a dissertation of the horrors of Mexican prison. Basically, after a few days of no soap, no toilet paper, no hot water and questionable food I was completely broken. Being let down by what I had been studying and with nowhere to turn I thought my life was over. One night however, I had a dream. In this dream I was listening to a teacher telling the story of Martin Luther and his promise to devote his life to God if he was delivered from a storm. I woke up, and in my brokenness cried </span><span>“God I do not even believe in you, but if you are there I will devote myself to you if you save me from this darkness”</span><span>. It was only a few days later I was called in to the office of the prison and told someone unknown had sent money for me to go home on a bus. The next day I was released, taken via bus to the US/Mexican border and asked not to return to Mexico without a visa! </span>
<span>I will be coming back to this story and expanding on it, but I first want to point to some scripture. I believe that looking at Isaiah’s commission in a linear, four part fashion can help us to discern how God calls us in to ministry regardless of the bondage we are in. </span><span>Isaiah 6:1. (NLT) </span><span><span>It was in the year King Uzziah died that I saw the Lord. He was sitting on a lofty throne, and the train of his robe filled the Temple.</span></span><span><span> </span></span><span>Knowing a little about who King Uzziah was may help us to understand how Isaiah may have been feeling when he saw God in this verse. King Uzziah was a prolific leader and ruled during a great state of prosperity. Uzziah’s name even stretched to Egypt. King Uzziah reined for fifty-two years and in the earlier part of his rein under the Prophet Zechariah he was faithful to God, however later on his pride seemed to take him off course. None the less Uzziah’s death would have been traumatic for a young Isaiah and leadership that goes astray could have easily left Isaiah feeling let down, broken and unsure about his future. I personally believe Isaiah was in a confused and broken state when he saw God. </span>
<span>When I was released from Mexico I still had no idea who sent the money. I was however </span><span>not</span><span> convinced that God had heard my prayer; I just chalked it up to luck and felt silly for being so scared. I went on to finish school and live my life like normal all be it with a great story to tell about my vacation in Mexico. It was not until several years later that I really knew I saw God. I was in another pinch with my living situation. This time, I had ended a significant relationship, and had no place to go. This was a traumatic experience for me on many levels and one where I was so distraught I began drinking heavily and turning to other things. It got so bad in fact, to get away from it I decided once more to leave town in search of what I was missing. This time I would be going from Kansas City to Tacoma, WA to be closer to my parents who had moved there a few years prior. Something was different about this trip however. After I had everything packed and walking to my truck to leave town, I saw a bible that had been gifted to me sitting on the table. Something possessed me to grab it and tuck it under my arm on my way out the door. </span>
<span>Arriving in Tacoma after a week of driving I met my step father whom I had not seen in several years with a hug and tears of joy. I had not cracked the bible, but I was beginning to have a sense of coming home. Immediately I found a job working for The Salvation Army as a fund raiser and I made friends with the Corps Officer. After a couple weeks of getting settled in I began to get curious about God, I thought that there must be something about this that I have missed. Of course the Officer was open to talking to me about it and invited me to go to a special three day revival church service. I cannot recall the sermon at that service all I remember is that halfway through the message I was broken to my core. I realized that I had in fact seen God’s hand in my life, but I was so broken and distraught because I did not keep my promise to devote myself to him. I tumbled down to my hands and knees full on balling like a baby because I knew I had seen even a small glimpse of God’s love for me and I could never live up to it, and I may have even blown my chance because of my broken promise after my release from Mexico.</span>
<span>Looking at the second part of Isaiah’s Commission you can argue that the natural reaction to the realization of God’s holiness is grief about our iniquities. </span><span>Isaiah 6:2-5 (NLT)</span><span><span>Attending him were mighty seraphim, each having six wings. With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. They were calling out to each other, "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of Heaven's Armies! The whole earth is filled with his glory!" At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."</span></span><span><span> </span></span>
<span><span>By no means do I want to make light of the fact that one could spend a lifetime looking at this passage and extracting bits and pieces from it, but for these purposes I want to break it down in two simple easily digestible facts. Isaiah saw God and after seeing His Holiness, Isaiah became broken and even thought his life was over because he knew how far short of the glory of God he was. Having never read a bible verse in my life, my reaction was the same as Isaiah’s. I was in distress, God revealed himself to me and I lost all hope because I knew my sin had taken me away from him.</span></span>
<span><span>I left the revival the first night unwilling to share what was on my heart with anyone even when they asked if I wanted Jesus to be my savior I resisted believing that I was beyond saving. That night I could not sleep, wrestles, broken, scared and depressed I balled up weeping. “</span></span><span><span>I prayed God, I am so sorry I am such a sinner I am a liar and did not keep my promise to you and I know there is no way for me to ever go back and fix it.”</span></span><span><span> Surprisingly, at that moment I had a peace that started to come in to my heart. At first I could not trust it. I thought what is happening? I was broken I refused to kneel and say the prayer to accept Jesus. I lied to God how I can possibly feel any better. I then heard a small voice in the corner of my mind say simply “I love you, and I desire you”. I held on to those words, I had never used a phrase so sweet, elegant and loving in my life. I knew that God had kept me even after me not keeping him.</span></span>
<span><span>Returning to the next night’s service I noticed that only two or three other people where there. I took note that likewise the night before there had only been two or three other people. The Evangelist preaching seemed annoyed that night at the poor turnout, none the less I was listening intently waiting for the moment he would tell us we could accept Jesus if we had the desire. This time when the opportunity to accept salvation came, I went forward got down on my knees and prayed. </span></span><span><span>“Jesus I am a sinner and I am lost, I need you, I love you and I desire you. Please come in to my heart and help me because I am a wreck, and I cannot fix what I have broken but I know you can and I believe you are there.”</span></span><span><span> Jesus had come in to my heart, and I was free. I had a rush of something a surge of energy physically filling my body, and I could feel the presence of God with me. I knew at that moment I would be willing to go anywhere God asked me to go. I knew I would keep my promise that my life would be devoted to him! But I had no clue as to how.</span></span>
<span><span>Now, Continuing on to the third part of Isaiah’s Commission. </span></span><span><span>Isaiah 6:6-7 Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, "See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.</span></span><span><span> Just like in my personal life; Isaiah saw God, was broken and contrite because he was convicted of his sin and then he was forgiven. Consider this. After we are forgiven there must be something more. If not I could end this here, and not leave anyone reading a question mark as to what happens next. </span></span>
<span><span>A few weeks after I received Christ into my heart, I was delivering donated Christmas presents to a distribution center for people who had registered with the Salvation Army for holiday assistance. I walked out of the warehouse after dropping off the packages and saw a swarm of people coming to collect their share of the donations. I began to have a feeling of weightlessness come over me. I almost seemed to be floating. With this experience I knew immediately that the work I was doing was nothing more than a band-aid on a massive infected wound. Bringing presents and food to these lost, hurting, and wandering people really does nothing for them. There must have something more. I thought there must be some final cure for their sickness, but what? I was excited, charged up, and ready to move when I had this experience. In fact I rushed back to tell the Corps Officer all about it. He asked a simple question. What is God telling you to do? “Well, I don’t know” was my response, but I know there is a need for something to be done. My mentor than told me to pray about it and ask God to use me. So I did, and I waited to hear God tell me what to do and where to go. </span></span>
<span><span>The next part of my story moves a little closer to the fringe, but to me was so real, an answer to my prayer and has proven to be very true in my life since. Our church had a special teacher come by. This person had the gift of prophecy. His program was simple, he would stay two nights. One night he would teach about prophecy and what the bible says the next night he would speak a prophecy over you if you wanted. I was skeptical but interested enough to indulge. The teaching was good, and it softened me up in a sense he “bought” my trust. I figured at the very least it would be amusing. When my time came to get a prophecy I started to get really light. I almost felt drunk and the same feeling of floating came back, only more intense this time. The Prophet put his hands on my head and asked if I was ready. I just shook my head and he began. </span></span><span><span>“Sing a spiritual song unto me says the Lord. For I put a blessedness in your heart that needs an avenue needs and expression, also a testimony an</span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span>evangelistic testimony and a prayer of salvation. Know the ones to whom I am sending you because it is not all places and not all people but a unique group a unique bunch of people. I am sending you in to dark places they will not come to me so I am sending you to them. Even back to the ones you came from. They will not come forward the day I send you but my word will not return void…..Selah”</span></span><span><span> After hearing this I was convicted to my soul that God wanted to use me to bring in the lost. I was correct. Over the next two and a half years God used me to lead many people to Christ. I lost count after a while, somewhere between fifty and sixty. In this time period there are several wonderful testimonies that are to this day unfolding. I stay in contact with many of these people and they themselves have led other to Christ. This, however; is not the mark of success. You see God used me to lead them to Salvation but the key is that God was leading them to salvation. He could have used anyone or anything he wanted to, but he chose me at this time and for these people. </span></span>
<span><span>Looking at the fourth part of Isaiah’s commission we can see that only after Isaiah’s sin was atoned for did he hear the calling</span></span><span><span>. Isaiah 6:8-10 (NIV) Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"</span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span>He said, "Go and tell this people: "'Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving. Make the heart of this people calloused; make their ears dull and close their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed." </span></span><span><span>Once again I want to stress I am not speaking to what God is saying to Isaiah, but instead looking at the linear path Isaiah experienced from the time he saw God until the Father gave him a clear message. First he saw God, second he was broken because of his sin, third he received salvation through atonement and fourth he heard the call, responded and was directed. Isaiah’s prophecy was about destruction because of turning from God. What I felt called to do was bring the message of Salvation to a specific group of lost people. Two different parts of God’s Ministry but both ultimately work to the glory of God. </span></span>
<span><span>Tell me now; what is the mark of success? Is it bringing in lost souls and leading them to the sanctifying redemption they can now have in our Lord Jesus? Is it bringing a prophecy into the world to allow the destruction of sinful reprobate ideas? I will be so bold as to say neither. I have come to the belief that there is nothing we can do to add to what has been done for us. The last thing Jesus said before dying on the cross was; it is finished. </span></span><span><span>John 19:30 (NLT) When Jesus had tasted it, he said, "It is finished!" Then he bowed his head and released his spirit.</span></span><span><span> Isaiah did nothing to receive his atonement; there is nothing any of us can possibly do to pay the debt we owe. God so loved the world that he gave his only son, not to condemn us but to save us. We cannot buy our salvation and God can use anyone or anything he chooses to speak to the world. With Moses he used a bush; with Balaam he used a Donkey! Can we really even say that hearing and responding to the call no matter how great and miraculous the outcome, that the fruit of our labor is a mark of success? I would also say no. If God can use a donkey and a bush he can use anything he wants to do anything he wants. According to Luke 19:40 if we fail to praise him even the rocks will cry out!</span></span>
<span><span>I will propose that the only way we can consider that we have any success is that we are sanctified in Christ. If I have a new child I will tell everyone I know, and feel proud. When we buy a new car the first thing we want to do is show it off, in fact I am sure I can list ten pages alone of items I may want to brag about. Most of them would point to me looking like a success and I believe that is true for most people. It is natural that we want to boast about what we perceive is success. God knows this. In fact he tells us what we should consider worthy of success. </span></span>

<span><span>Jeremiah 9:23-24 (NIV) This is what the Lord says: “Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this; that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on the earth, for in these I delight” declares the LORD. 1 Corinthians 1:31 Therefore, as it is written; “Let him who boasts boast in the Lord.”