“Idlers may indulge a fond conceit of their abilities, because they are untried; but the earnest worker soon learns his own weakness. If you seek humility, try hard work; if you would know your nothingness, attempt some great thing for Jesus.” (Charles Spurgeon)
They gave themselves to the reading of the word and to prayer. The result?
Thousands were saved in Christ. The power of God moved among the people with unprecedented strength. A Legacy was built for billions.
We have one life to live. What will be said of us when we are ushered into his holy kingdom?
“One good deed is more worth than a thousand brilliant theories. Let us not wait for large opportunities, or for a different kind of work, but do just the things we ‘find to do’ day by day. We have no other time in which to live. The past is gone; the future has not arrived; we never shall have any time but time present. Then do not wait until your experience has ripened into maturity before you attempt to serve God. Endeavour now to bring forth fruit.” (Charles Spurgeon)
Dare not just dream. Become. The thief does not steal your life. He steals your seconds.
People can do an apparently endless volume of things. Yet, by the command of the Lord God Almighty, the things they do amount to “nothing”.
“Without ME you can do nothing.”
What then is the value of human achievement?
What is mankind like?
He is like a tiny town nestled in the valley of the mountains.
He plants a vineyard and a crop is yielded.
He wakes, come the day of the harvest, and excitedly runs to reap his crop.
He gives no thanks or honor to God. His busy fingers rape the vine, making sure not to leave even a 10th on the ground.
He and his friends praise one another for the good work they have done. They think they have accomplished the meaning of their life.
Greatly pleased with their reward, they repeat these things over and over until they lay in the grave.
When their soul is wakened to give account, even then they are surprised.
Ever harvesting but never gaining. Ever diligent but the poorest of all creatures.
To take to the mountains is sure best of all.
For there the man learns.
There His Glory stands tall.
The valley is full of peacable ritual.
Repetitive practice seems glory to them.
But up on the mountain the harsh wind knows,
How to take a man’s life with relentless blows.
The valley is full with sounds of their begging,
“Forgive us our sins! Though we keep on forgetting.”
But up on the mountain there’s no time for sin.
The eyes of the climber are transfixed on Him.
Where is the glory on this shaded Earth?
Is it down in the valley; midst those born of mirth?
If you want to be honor, start climbing my friend.
Join Him up there where “THE AIRS” are too thin.
Go to him.
To the self,
To the norm.
Let Him show you His Glory.
By His Spirit . . .
The harsh things of Earth
Are the nestings of birds.
Let their claws bare you up
As you drink from His Cup.
Or stay in the valley.
Find your way with the men
Who think is quite kindly
To be masters of bending
People like short and poignant observations. They make it easy for us to agree and just move on. They are like delicate carvings on the lid of a golden box. Ya gotta open it up to see what’s inside. Don’t be afraid of many words. Isn’t that what’s in the box?
Reach forward. Open this box.
The dashes represent our linear thoughts. The solid line represents the unforgiving nature of time.
We are pathetic creatures who must reach, every moment, to our memory to add the next thought. There is no such thing as multitasking. We are only adding our thoughts together quicker. Our ability to think more than one thought at a time is nothing more than an illusion.
And we are all aware that time never stops to wait for us.
If you make a mistake, time does not stop and wait for you to catch up. If you try to think ahead, preparing an ease for your burden, time doesn’t nod with appreciation. To us, time is a Relentless Beast.
To add to our trouble, our frantic “work” will run out. All the while time itself will move on. Struggling from birth to death, our lives end up a useless carcass. Isn’t this the plight of life in this place?
Isn’t this the reason for Man’s expectations? Isn’t this the reason for his frustration? Isn’t this the reason for every act of violence, whether great or small? In our frustration we lash out with whatever tools are at our disposal. But time doesn’t even notice.
In all this however, time is not the enemy. It is only the physical standard by which we measure our weakness. It is only the physical standard by which we capture some perception of strength. We are the ones who are weak, my friends. Time is endlessly and ceaselessly strong.
You need help from beyond the boundaries of time. You need help from the One who made time. When do you need His help?
All the time!
When should you call out to Him?
All the time!
The Glorious One’s name is Jesus. Of all the things we study, how important then does the study of God’s Holy Son become to us?
It is inevitable that we will waste time. But the measure of that waste belongs to us. The Bible waits to be read. God is patiently waiting for your prayers. His generosity is waiting to gift you with immeasurably great things.
Stand still. Let time tick away. Seek His face with great diligence. Conquer time.