This world cannot write any story from heaven. It can only speculate, suspicion, imagine, the things of God in Christ.
You want to know what’s sad is?
All the stories of this world will gather together before the throne of God. They will see the Christ of God and attribute to him all their lies. Never having grasped the truth of God, they stand face-to-face with eternal purity.
They never knew the color of truth. To them it was nothing more than shades of black; opinions revered as if they were written from eternity. All of a sudden their lies are eternally exposed. All of a sudden, the foundation of their very souls shatters irreparably.
Having loved their own minds, they despised Truth. They have carried to the valley of decision all their murderous greedy actions. Dressed in wreaking rags, they have become utterly pathetic. Expectations of joy explode into terror. They have not even begun to Become.
Resolutions to change usually die on January 2. Well this is February 6.
A resolution is not a state of mind, where by we make some empty pledge to become something. In that case, a resolution is no more than the job description of a hypocrite.
A resolution is a commitment to a higher state of mind than we could possibly own. It’s a mind of a hero. It’s the mind of someone vastly greater than we.
Remember when you decided to follow Jesus. Remember the mind you had; a determination to make change by building a foundation with the shovel he gave you. You believed his pledge to guide your every move. So can you tell yourself what happened? Do you know where you laid that shovel? Are you willing to go get it and pick it up again?
No foundation is built in a day. Every foundation is built one shovel load at a time. Resolve to retrieve the shovel. Resolve to walk back to the line he drew for you. Resolve to dig. Resolve toward calluses (on your hands and kneecaps).
Our goal is not the peak of the roof. It’s simply the next shovel load.
I don’t care what happened to you. I don’t care how old you are. I can’t care how long you will live here in this world. But we can care that he receives what is rightfully his.
A Master of martial arts has not mastered punching or kicking. It is not that he has mastered self control. What he has mastered is the art of practice.
He has set his mind to pay attention to everything he thinks and does. In this mastery of awareness, the master practices immediate restraint. If there is any lapse in judgment or action, the master quickly brings it back under control.
Mastery of martial arts does not apply only to battle. It applies to absolutely everything under his control. He takes great care of his “world“.
We speak of doctors as practicing medicine. They are thoroughly embroiled in their work, whether they are on duty or off. We speak of jobs as professions. Consider that if we profess something is true, it would be best if such things are true. The master of any profession then has mastered the art of restraint for the sake of what he says He does for a living.
A professional driver, a professional lawyer, a professional labor, a professional teacher, a professional politician, a professional human being, a professional Christian.
From it comes willingness to learn. Complacent curiosity cannot produce one spark such as that raging fire of zeal.
Zeal sets the brand. It causes an indelible mark on the soul. A wisp of smoke rises up, and the man will never be the same.
Complacency can cause religion; the result of a casual stroll through truth. But zeal is a consuming fire. Mindless of himself, the man with zeal exudes true religion. Helplessly in love with the God who made him, he cares nothing for what men think.
Let us look around in our things. If we have misplaced zeal let us be frantically zealous to search for it and find it again. Isn’t the honor of Christ within us worthy of all we have?
The reward? The reward is the blazing presence of Christ.