What if I greeted every person I met with the love and compassion of Jesus?
What would have to change in my day?
What would I have to do with my formal schedule and completely booked planner?
What kind of attitude would I have to have?
What kind of words would I speak?
What would happen to my neatly outlined budget?
What kind of prayers would I pray?
What if?
I’ll be really honest and tell you that you have a way of asking questions that I don’t always like.
The easy thing would be to quickly scan this list and assume I do these things already.
I mean, I ‘ve been saved for twenty five years now. Surely I am doing this already. Right?
So why have these questions poked and prodded me almost non-stop?
I’ll be short and sweet and just say that like the chapters of contrast seen in Deut., I am being asked to chose life. But not my own life. His life.
If I do this, I must decrease and He will increase.
I will have to die, but only so I can live.
For me, the question becomes: Do I have the faith to believe that the life He promised that will come from the death of “self” will be better than a life that seeks guarantees about provision, safety, comforts, risk, and protection before it will lay itself on the altar?
By: sandy on June 24, 2008
at 5:20 am