Every once in a while, I will be reminded of how history is hurtling toward a close. It’s amazing how many times I will check the clock during the course of a day at work, but it is equally – if not more so – amazing how often I neglect what is coming.
We’re still sowing in the finite fields/ We’re so content to live under a curse/
We’re still fabricating paradise/ With the thorns, with the flies and dirt
How content I am to live under the curse – to toil all day long for earthly things and not know satisfaction!
How desperately I need to break myself of the fear that comes at the thought of casting everything aside for what is infinite and eternal!
This is just the flesh, it’s just the blood/ It’s really not, it’s not that tough/
The bruised, the fragile, cut up, scratched and scarred/
It’s the feeble – just the feeble stuff
What a sense of entitlement I have even to my own body, to find rest, to know life.
Tonight, Chris was telling me about how he doesn’t want us to lead mediocre Christian lives and, while I agree whole-heartedly with him, the whole concept terrifies me and it always has.
But if we never fully cede ourselves to the things that are not of this earth, we will never know safety. We will always live in fear and be chained to things that we were never meant to serve. Nothing but the blood of Christ satisfies the price for our sin and nothing else gives us life – how can we not fall at Christ’s feet? How can we not serve the eternal, the sovereign, the holy God who loves us and sent His only Son to die for us?
Salvation – safety in every sense possible – is only found in one Name.
And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God,
That I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh;
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
Your young men shall see visions,
Your old me shall dream dreams.
What God has planned that we know so little of! An outpouring of the Holy Spirit, prophesy, visions, dreams…
And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come.
Even if we live in suburban America or post-Christian Europe, the gospel of Christ is still to be preached in all the world before the end is to come. Are we preaching? Are we even trying? Or are we living mediocre lives of contentment rooted in things that are finite and feeble?
In so many ways, I know I’m not even trying. Sure, I hope that my life is marked by something other than myself but, if those around me are seeing me instead of Christ, there should be more than that! This world may be crippled by its absorption by sin and self (see 2 Timothy 3:1-5), but it not only expresses it as sin – it also expresses itself in what we call “ethics” and “morality”.
“Good” people are everywhere, but that is no indication of a saved life to a dying world. It’s a mark of success, not a Savior.
So the question becomes this: When people see my life, do they see a difference that goes beyond morality, that is unexplainable by any finite thing?
If not, then I have work to do. Then, my actions are not being a witness to the Gospel – they are just being witness to worldly standards that anyone can have. Am I marked by the Gospel? Do others see Christ’s blood covering me?
This world is increasingly darker, but filled with false light – those who don’t know will never know unless they see real light for themselves.
It’s dark outside but truth is beautiful/ Its warmth in the night/
The curse is healed when the day breaks colorful/ What a sight
The faded sky is tearing away/ These fires are not for light/
The feeble eyes are waiting for day/ The sky’s alive tonight
The days of darkness are ending. In time, Bourbon Street in New Orleans will shut down for more than just an evening – lightning will split the sky and all that is not covered by grace will not stand. And our King will reign.
Are you checking the time? Can anyone tell?
Don’t make yourself at home.
[[“Upgrade” and “The Sky’s Alive” – lyrics by Remedy Drive, 2006]]
Mood: Um… Listening to: Remedy Drive, Rip Open the Skies
Reading: Daniel 9