Work To Do
I woke up early; 3:30. I listened to a sermon on my Ipod which is my common practice when I wake early. The sermon was on the power of the tongue. What we say tends to be what we get. We don’t think much of the impact of our words on other people and even ourselves.
We say things we think we believe, but is there any proof we’re sincere? Much of what we say is an excuse for doing nothing. Oh, we have our routines and there may be nothing “wrong” with what we’re doing, but are we doing anything that has eternal weight?
1 John 9:4 I must work the works of Him that sent me, while it is day. The night cometh when no man can work.
So who is it that sent us and where did He send us? I’d venture to say we’re to go out the door and work for the Lord. But what is this work He’s sent us to do? Why was Christ sent to this world but to find and save that which is lost. All of our actions and motives are but for one thing, finding the lost and offering them salvation.
I’ve noticed lately the night is coming, my death is drawing near. I’m weaker and less sure of myself. All those things I’ve procrastinated about, many of them can’t be done. Opportunity comes and if not taken, slips away. People move away, we move away, they die and we don’t have another chance to say what we should have said.
We don’t pray much because we don’t believe much. We want to be good, honest, kind and like to hang around others who are the same. It’s hard to be so kind to those who hate us, don’t love God,, and may be hostile to Christ. Jesus said to love your enemies, treat them well, be like Christ to them.
Jesus had compassion on the hurting, but he wasn’t some kind of Social Justice Warrior. He didn’t come to solve the social ills of the world by doing “good” things. No, he came to save them from their sins. All of our problems stem from having hearts of stone; we need hearts of flesh so we can remember that we’re merely sinners saved by grace and those we struggle with are perishing. We are their lifeline to salvation. If we don’t look past their sin, we can’t pull them into the boat.
I guess it’s hard for those who have always been good. When you’re squeaky clean it’s hard to understand the dirty among us. When ever I feel I’m pretty good, I just have to remember when I was pulled out of the miry clay and saw my sin and its destruction for what it was. I thank God for saving me from the power and penalty of sin.
Our work is to speak words of life, be continually aware of opportunity save those that are lost. Times a-wastn’. I’m finding that night makes a sudden appearance. I didn’t really think about it much. I always thought there would be tomorrow. There’s not.