Into the Fire

This week zoomed by without stopping to rest. Hurried on without being noticed until Friday showed up fresh, brisk, as if arriving on time and not early. Time scrambles by and some days we scarcely notice it passing in haste as we engage activity without measuring the hours and minutes or hustle mercilessly precisely because of those hours and minutes.

So much we wish to do. So much we do not. Cannot. Will not.

Do we waste this precious allotment of time? Yes. Sometimes we do. Sometimes we cram so many things into the day and night times, we suffer mental frustration or physical exhaustion. We fail to see where things might be eliminated for the provision of peace. Other times some of us dawdle with our minutes and hours, visiting the web seeking refuge from undetermined restlessness. We wonder if everything we attempt to do or accomplish is a total waste of time. And we conclude that, yes, sometimes it certainly is.

We ponder that scary question: If you knew you only had a month or a year to live, what would you do differently? The possibility terrifies us. We face our horrid fears of mortality and our failure to maximize our commitment to serving the Lord. Is our obedience real? Is it even our greatest concern? Do we care about the perishing souls? Have we lived sure within our callings and for His purpose, ready to listen and go at His request?

Friday, Friday . . . make it count for something in His kingdom.

God, help me to do just that. For your glory. Apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.