Your Daily Crossroad
Eternity
Our short lives here are sowing times so we must sow while we can. For a time is coming when the chance to store up treasure in heaven will pass. A time is coming when you and I will no longer be able to witness the truth and love of Christ to those still lost. Now is the time to sow into eternity.
Our hours on earth are the time we’re given to plant the seeds we and others will reap for eternity. We must look for ways to impact eternity in this common, ordinary day full of laundry and to do lists.
There are those lost and dieing and it is our responsibility as pilgrims passing through to impact lives daily and to leave an imprint. One day we will all face eternity, it’s not a matter of if but when and we are called to save those who are lost. You may be thinking, how can I make a difference, by showing the love of Christ to those you come in contact with, even in the moments when you may not want to show love, look beyond that and be eternity minded. Sometimes even when someone isn’t being kind or showing love that’s exactly what they need is love. You can impact someones life for eternity by showing them the love of Christ. I would recommend thinking, how would Christ handle this situation? With love.
Prayer
Trophies of Grace
In the first, I was feeling ultra-rebellious. I hadn’t just disobeyed. I disobeyed with flare. I was defending my sin and staring my father in the eyes arguing with him over who was really right. During those kinds of confrontations, I usually racked up an additional two or three spankings on top of the one I’d been sent to him for. I can still feel the sting of those spankings and my heart still remembers the angry defiance I felt as my retribution was handed out. I remember it sadly. I wasn’t a sweet little girl in those moments. I was ugly, rebellious and criminal. Justice was served and it wasn’t pretty.
In the second, I remember being sad and sorry for my disobedience before my foot crossed over the threshold into my father’s presence. I was already crying. Already asking for forgiveness before he could even speak. I remember the next moments clearly. I stood sobbing, awaiting the blow. My body knew the pain that was coming and I was tense, but more than anything, my little 7-year-old self was heartbroken at my own wrongdoing and I was so ashamed. As I waited for my punishment, I heard my father say my name. I looked up at him and he said ‘I’m not going to spank you.’ I couldn’t believe it. I knew I’d done wrong; he knew I’d done wrong. ‘I’m going to show you grace. Do you understand what that means?’ And just like that, I did. I understood what grace was and I loved it.
Matt Chandler said, “You will be either a picture of God’s justice or a trophy of His grace.” When I think back on these two scenarios of my sin and its consequence, it strikes me that in the first scenario, my memory is mostly of myself, of how naughty and unlovable I was. In the second, I remember my father and his grace and love. The day he showed me grace, he won me over. I became his trophy. The day I received justice did not make for a pretty picture, but it certainly was a picture. It was fair, sad and ugly.
At the end of your life, will others see your persistent defiance, pride and self-sufficiency? Or will they see a tribute to a loving and graceful heavenly Father? Be the purchased and redeemed Bride of Christ. Lose your will to His and shake off your willful independence and lean fully into His grace. It is far, far better to be a testimony to His grace than an example of His justice.
Freedom