As I reflect on 47 years of ministry, I can't help but wonder at how I may have pleased the Lord. I don't mean to say that I have. I just wonder what he thinks about these years? What value, if any, would he place on them?

I guess I can't know that for certain, until some time to come. But if my life ended tomorrow, I can say without qualification, that I am deeply grateful for each moment God has given me to serve him -- however I may have done that. I am grateful for having been used as an instrument in His loving hand. From my earthbound perspective, you could say that it's been an exciting and gratifying ride.

The excitement of which I speak is something extraordinary. Jesus knew it. He would have had to know it. What do you suppose Jesus felt like when he gave a dead little girl back her life, or caused an old man to see again, or having thousands come to hear him teach? Well, in case you are wondering, I am not Jesus. I have done none of these things.

But I think I have experienced the same emotions he must have felt when he did.

I've done seminars in prisons, colleges and in churches throughout the United States and Canada. I've spent 47 years as a counselor, educator, preacher, and teacher. I've counseled senators, congressmen, governors and presidential appointees. I've treated people from every department in the federal government, including the FBI and the CIA. I've treated churchmen, pastors, evangelists, music directors and members of their choirs. I've treated the the very rich and the homeless, the dying and those with severe psychiatric illness. I am deeply grateful that God has used these events to love, to heal and to fulfill his purpose.

But that was a long time ago.

Sometimes I reflect about it all.

Sometimes I wonder what God thinks.

I wonder how I would deal with me if I were Him? To be honest, I might think, "Paul, you are pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" I hope he won't think that. I trust his grace to penetrate what self-absorbtion I may possess. It is difficult not to be absorbed with the wonderful things in my life. Things like my wife, my kids and grandkids in addition to those things mentioned above. I know I don't deserve his blessings. And measured against the wrongheaded things I do, what good there is seems pathetically small.

For however the Lord evaluates one's life, the experience that gives me the greatest pleasure is seeing God do wonderful things in the lives of his people. There is nothing that lights the fuse of my vitality more than this. Bringing life gives me life. When that happens, it resides in memory forever. Nothing can take it away.

My prayer is that somewhere on this website, you will find something that brings his richness to your heart and fortifies the quality of your life.

Blessings,

Paul Morris