Happy Thursday! It’s that time of the week again! I’m so happy to be back writing for you guys! This week has been such a long week, honestly, but I’m so blessed to have this opportunity and I’m thankful that you’re all here reading this. I hope you’re all having a fabulous week and you continue to do so. Keep Lacey and I in your prayers as we take on mid-terms this upcoming week, please! It’s been a stressful week, but after next week comes Christmas break! ❤
The title of this week’s post is thirty minutes. Half past an hour.. Thirty minutes until a new one begins.. Maybe thirty minutes until a class or shift ends.. Maybe it’s thirty minutes until school’s out (“Scream and Shout” all you HSM fans out there).. Maybe it’s thirty minutes until the end of your life. But you don’t know that, nobody does except for God above. You don’t know when you’re going to die, just like I don’t know when I’m going to die, it’s just a fact of life. Psalm 144:4 says that humans are like a breath of air; their days are a passing shadow. What would you do if you knew that you only had THIRTY MINUTES left to live YOUR LIFE?
I interviewed a few people at church Wednesday night. All three of them said that they’d enjoy their final hours spending time with their families and speaking with their loved ones. One of them mentioned calling the ones that they were concerned about their salvation and speaking with them. Another mentioned speaking with a group of their young people and giving them a final encouraging word, but all of them wanted to spend their final minutes in the presence of their families, and who can blame them? Absolutely no-one! That’s exactly where I’d want to be! I’d spend a little bit of time on the phone speaking with some of my friends and the rest of the time with my family.
BUT WAIT!!! TIME OUT.
We’re not the one’s dying, but there are people out there dying every day, and not only are they dying physically, but they’re dying spiritually. They’re dying without the Word of God alive within them and they’re dying and going to Hell. These people are our friends and family that we say that we would call if we were the ones dying, but if we were dying would we even mention the name of Jesus? We may be the only “preacher” our friends and families ever hear, because they feel like they’ve messed up too much to go to church or they’ve done too much bad stuff to go to that Disciple-Now thing. Maybe we don’t speak up, because we think that they’ve done too many bad things to change. We think that they can’t possibly change, because they did _______ or said that they did ________. Well, I’ve got some news for you, anyone who is saved used to have their own ________. And just because God found us first, doesn’t mean we need Him any less than anyone else.
If we only have thirty minutes left to live, but we die and we see the face of God and hear “Well done, good and faithful servant” and enter the throneroom of God, but because of our fear of rejection and being an outcast our friends die and hear, “Depart from me you worker of iniquity, for I never knew you.” Who is truly dying?
I can almost guarantee everyone reading this post right now can think of at least ONE of our friends that we could be a better witness to, whether that’s through being kinder or holding that person accountable after a mountain-top experience like Disciple-Now or a Conference. Allowing our friends to “die” everyday when we hold the key to life isn’t fair. We are the light of the world, and we are supposed to be shining that light everywhere. Just because we aren’t a preacher in a pulpit on Sunday mornings doesn’t mean we don’t “preach” to our friends by the way we live our lives every day. We can’t continue to let our friends go down the paths that they’re following, especially when that path leads to destruction, and eventually eternal separation from God in Heaven.
Any of us reading this could be enjoying our final hour(s). Even if we’re not hanging out with our families drinking coffee and laughing, just enjoying each other’s company, or calling all of our family members and telling them how much we love them and that if they don’t take care of themselves we’d surely come back to haunt them, we are affecting someone’s life with every decision we make. With every word that comes out of our mouth or every time you decide that going to that party with your friends one time isn’t “that bad.” However on the flip side, each time we decide to speak life, or put DNOW above a party that weekend, or decide to go to MFuge with our youth group, we’re making a statement to our friends. While this may come with rejections or being laughed at wherever you are, don’t be discouraged, because (Thanks Patrick) your obedience can lead to some else’s deliverance.
As I close this post, I would like to say, thank you to Mrs. Kaley, Patrick, and Allie for so willingly allowing me to interview them Wednesday night, even though I abandoned my original plan for this one. I appreciate your willingness to help me with this 🙂
Be His Hands and Feet