Lyle's Blog

I woke up early.  It was probably about the time of day Mary saw Jesus and didn’t recognize Him.  A disfigured man in the dim light would no doubt be mistaken for a gardener.  Of course, she wasn’t looking for a Jesus that was alive.

Two thousand years later I sometimes think we’re looking for a dead Christ.  We say He’s risen.  We celebrate it.  But for most of the “body of Christ”, He is a Jesus without power.  He might as well be dead.  How often do we see prayers answered?  How much do we pray?  Are we moving mountains?

I don’t know who reads this blog but these words I write are always directed at myself.  Of late I’ve considered what I believe and have to ask myself, am I ready to meet Him.  Did I ever have a moment when I realized how my sin has separated me from God and understand how desperately I need a savior?  Did I realize that I was knocking on hell’s door and just a whisper away from judgment?  Did terror ever grip my soul because I realized hell was real?

Repentance.  I’ve been good at spotting sin in others.  It’s easy to see it.  It annoys us, especially if we’re “pretty good” people.  But God deals with sin on a personal basis.  Are we saved?  Did we seek Him with all our heart, soul, and mind?  Which leads us to ask, are we worthy to escape the things to come?

As you celebrate Easter (if you do) ask yourself, am I worthy to take this cup, am I really wanting to partake of everything it means to be a follower of Jesus Christ?

Jesus asked His disciples if they were going to leave and follow another.  I have to say what they said.  Lord, where else would we go?  After many years I know there is nowhere else to go, no one else; it is Christ alone.