When will people learn?
That includes myself. When will we ever not be taken by surprise when something devastating happens? When somebody dies…someone that we actually knew. Not the grandmother of the friend of the girl you know from Sunday School. Not that random face in the obituaries. We don’t open the paper and go: “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it…someone died this week.” We are only surprised when it’s someone we knew. And we think Me? The main character of my story…no way. And this is all just repetitive and morbid I know, but I’m getting at something.
Time. It’s ticking…slipping by. I have expressed previously my fear of change and the creepiness I find it the natural passage of time, so I get this idea, I stick it in my head, that time is just a wave you have to ride. But you know, our time on earth ends. The wave washes up. At some point, it will be over. Obviously, anyone who has ever experienced this hasn’t blogged about what it was like or told their friends. They left for good (okay, minus Lazarus etc.) so we don’t think about it, we forget that it will ever happen because all we remember is being alive and no one who has ever been anything but alive has ever spoken about it. But us Christians have a gift to give and we need to snap out of our daze, hop off the wave and realize that this is a limited time edition of a one life only sale!
Okay, lying all corniness aside, we’ve got to pick up the pace. We get awkward, we want more time. We have all these little problems. Well when we die and those people whose souls we sacrificed to the evil idol of procrastination are being judged, won’t you think that this is a bigger problem then “I’m shy”?!
I feel kind of bad saying all this in such a light, goofy bluntness way because I’m seriously convicted and passionate about it. I’ll be honest and tell you that I’ve never really witnessed to someone. (Okay, minus once when I was very young…that didn’t go so well…) I hope that my life has been a witness and I’ve talked to people about God and faith before but I’ve never prayed and then walked up to a person who was lost with the intentions of taking them to Heaven with me and started talking. Why?
Maybe blindness. Blindness to the need, the situation, the fact that that what’s tugging my heart is something real. Maybe for you it’s anxiety or the fact that your not confident enough in your own relationship with Christ. You haven’t memorized enough scripture yet and you’ve only prayed for a few days. And I know that I’m getting these ideas from somewhere…at one point or another I’m sure I’ve struggled with these things too. Or maybe it’s that I’ve never met a lost person.
This guy that my dad led to Christ still calls him on his anniversary of acceptance and thanks him. That makes you feel good doesn’t it?