ON THE ANVIL

by Max Lucado

With a strong forearm, the apron-clad blacksmith puts his tongs into the fire, grasps the heated metal, and places it on the anvil. His keen eye examines the glowing piece. He sees what the tool is now and envisions what he wants it to be—sharper, flatter, wider, longer. With a clear picture in his mind, he begins to pound. His left hand still clutching the hot mass with the tongs, his right hand slams the two-pound sledge upon the moldable metal.

On the solid anvil, the smoldering iron is remolded.

The smith knows the type of instrument he wants. He knows the size. He knows the shape. He knows the strength.

Whang! Whang! The hammer slams. The shop rings with the noise, the air fills with smoke, and the softened metal responds.

But the response doesn’t come easily. It doesn’t come without discomfort. To melt down the old and recast it as new is a disrupting process. Yet the metal remains on the anvil, allowing the toolmaker to remove the scars, repair the cracks, refill the voids, and purge the impurities.

And with time, a change occurs: What was dull becomes sharpened, what was crooked becomes straight, what was weak becomes strong, and what was useless becomes valuable.

Then the blacksmith stops. He ceases his pounding and sets down his hammer. With a strong left arm, he lifts the tongs until the freshly molded metal is at eye level. In the still silence, he examines the smoking tool. The incandescent implement is rotated and examined for any mars or cracks.

There are none.

Now the smith enters the final stage of his task. He plunges the smoldering instrument into a nearby bucket of water. With a hiss and a rush of steam, the metal immediately begins to harden. The heat surrenders to the onslaught of cool water, and the pliable, soft mineral becomes an unbending useful tool.

“For a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.”
(I Peter 1:6-7)

From On the Anvil:
Stories On Being Shaped Into God’s Image

The Power of Prayer (3)

"Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father." - James 14:12

Possible Causes of Sickness
Continual affliction can result in sickness through worry and anxiety, self-piety, depression, loss of appetite, the fear of man and the cares of life. "Is anyone among you sick ? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. Confess your trespasses to one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much" (James 5:14-16)

Sin, could cause sickness too. Many a time, sin and sickness go together. But thank God for the privilege of the prayers for pardon, forgiveness and healing (Psalm 107:17-18,20 / Deuteronomy 28:58-60) There is usually a connection between health and holiness.

In 2 Samuel 12:9,14-15, the sin of the parents was responsible for the child's sickness. There is a need for self-examination whenever there is sickness. Sin brings sickness (2 Chronicles 21:5-6, 14-15). To come out of sin, recognise that sin and deal with it through repentance, before dealing with sickness through the power of divine healing.

Power of Inner Healing
God answers prayer. Maintaining sincerity to God's word ensure the answers to your prayer. Are you sick or bed-ridden ? Then call upon the elders of the church (James 5:16). The righteous man or woman as you know that our righteousness is in Christ Jesus, not self-righteousness which like a filthy rag.

When you pray, believe God for healing, no matter who the righteous man or woman is. As long as it is prayer of agreement, a prayer of authority and faith based on the precious promises of God's word, there will be positive results.

God's promise to the sick is a touch of healing (Matthew 8:16-17). God forgives us our sins and takes away our sickness (Isaiah 53:5). In Matthew 10:1, Jesus gave the same authority unto His disciples which He gives to His children today. As you pray, believe the Lord and you will be even an instrument of healing that will bless others. God has been faithful in times past and He remains faithful today, for He never changes (1 Thessalonians 5:24 / Malachi 3:6). He has given His power and the name of Jesus to every believer. You can pray with signs following (Mark 16:17 / Luke 10:17 ,19 / John 14:12). God's promises are to you directly. If you believe the Lord, you can pray for yourself and be healed if you are sick or afflicted now.

Your spouse can pray for you and you can receive your needed miracle. You can be prayed for by your child too or a member of your local church, your pastor, elder or leader. Know your rights and benefits in Christ Jesus and claim them (John 14:12 / James 5:15).

It is not the oil that heals but the prayer of faith of the saint. The oil is just a symbol of the presence of the Holy Spirit and the Spirit of God who already dwells in you.

- Daniel O.C

HE UNDERSTANDS

by Max Lucado

Cries of loneliness. Tune out the traffic and turn down the TV. The cry is there. You can hear their cries. You can hear them in the convalescent home among the sighs and the shuffling feet. You can hear them in the prisons among the moans of shame and the calls for mercy. You can hear them if you walk the manicured streets of suburban America, among the aborted ambitions and aging homecoming queens. Listen for it in the halls of our high schools where peer pressure weeds out the “have-nots” from the “haves.”

Many of you have been spared this cruel cry. Oh, you have been homesick or upset a time or two. But despair? Far from it. Suicide? Of course not. Be thankful that it hasn’t knocked on your door. Pray that it never will. If you have yet to fight this battle, you are welcome to read on if you wish, but I’m really writing to someone else.

I am writing to those who know this cry firsthand. I’m writing to those of you whose days are bookended with broken hearts and long evenings. I’m writing to those of you who can find a lonely person simply by looking in the mirror.

For you, loneliness is a way of life. The sleepless nights. The lonely bed. The distrust. The fear of tomorrow. The unending hurt.

When did it begin? In your childhood? At the divorce? At retirement? At the cemetery? When the kids left home?

Maybe you have fooled everyone. No one knows that you are lonely. On the outside you are packaged perfectly. Your smile is quick. Your job is stable. Your clothes are sharp. Your waist is thin. Your calendar is full. Your walk brisk. Your talk impressive. But when you look in the mirror, you fool no one. When you are alone, the duplicity ceases and the pain surfaces.

Or maybe you don’t try to hide it. Maybe you have always been outside the circle looking in, and everyone knows it. Your conversation is a bit awkward. Your companionship is seldom requested. Your clothes are dull. Your looks are common. Ziggy is your hero and Charlie Brown is your mentor.

Am I striking a chord? If I am, if you have nodded or sighed in understanding, I have an important message for you.

The most gut-wrenching cry of loneliness in history came not from a prisoner or a widow or a patient. It came from a hill, from a cross, from a Messiah.

“My God, my God,” he screamed, “why did you abandon me!” (Matthew 27:46)

Never have words carried so much hurt. Never has one being been so lonely.

Out of the silent sky come the words screamed by all who walk in the desert of loneliness. “Why? Why did you abandon me?”

I keep thinking of all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry “Why?”

And I imagine him. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear. And although he may offer no answer, although he may solve no dilemma, although the question may freeze painfully in midair, he who also was once alone, understands.

From No Wonder They Call Him the Savior
© (W Publishing Group, 1986, 2004) Max Lucado

The Power of Prayer (2)

Is anyone among you suffering ? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful ? Let him sing psalms. - James 5:13.

The book of James is a very practical book which addresses the peculiarities and needs of the reader.

Prayer for Deliverance from Afflictions.
"Is anyone among you suffering ? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful ? Let him sing psalms. Is anyone among you sick ? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord" (James 5:13-14)

The oppressed and those who have been scattered abroad are told what steps to take in such situations. Are you suffering, afflicted and tormented ? You may be facing some difficulties or perhaps you are held down by the trails of life. Do you think about what you should do ? Pray! You must pray. The human nature groans and cries when afflicted, but believers are commanded to pray during times of affliction.

Affliction could be in the form of injustice, hatred by in-laws or neighbours. It could be oppression by taskmasters, family problems, persecution, hunger, personal attack by others etc. Unbelievers grumble and complain, while the faithless cry, panic, give up the faith, stop serving God and give in to discouragement. However, the faithful believer is to pray during such afflictions. James 5:13 tells us what to do when afflicted as a believer. We are not to run immediately to people but to tackle the problem, unless the situation is beyond us (verse 14). In Psalm 102:1,4, the psalmist wrote, "Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to you. My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread." The believer is expected to pray. Affliction could be likened to unfaithfulness from one's spouse, which bring insult and shame as a result of unfulfilled marriage vows. It could also come through the manipulation of servants or maids to inflict pains and sorrow on you. It could also be lies told against you as a result of envy and jealousy either at your place of work or from your family members or in-laws. It could be a burden from your boss (Genesis 31:50/Provers 26:28/Exodus 1:11). When all these and much more happens, you are to pray the prayer of faith, believing the Almighty God for His supernatural intervention.

The children of Israel prayed and God answered them. "But the Egyptians mistreated us, afflicted us, and laid hard bondage on us. Then we cried out to the Lord God of our fathers, and the Lord heard our voice and looked on our affliction and our labour and our oppression. So the Lord brough us out of Egypt with a mighty hand and with outstretched arm, with great terror and with signs and wonders" (Deuteronomy 26:6-8).

God will answer you too as you pray (James 5:13). There is nothing strange about your affliction. It has happened to some others, yet our gracious God delivered them. Most assuredly the Ancient of Days, the great Delivere will deliver us from all our afflictions in Jesus' name. Amen.

Godly wisdom cannot be found in text books
or in the accumulation of degrees
But from the source of all wisdom, The Lord.

- Daniel O.C.

THE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING

by Max Lucado

Anger. It’s a peculiar yet predictable emotion. It begins as a drop of water. An irritant. A frustration. Nothing big, just an aggravation. Someone gets your parking place. Someone pulls in front of you on the freeway. A waitress is slow and you are in a hurry. The toast burns. Drops of water. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yet, get enough of these seemingly innocent drops of anger and before long you’ve got a bucket full of rage. Walking revenge. Blind bitterness. Unharnessed hatred. We trust no one and bare our teeth at anyone who gets near. We become walking time bombs that, given just the right tension and fear, could explode.

Yet, what do we do? We can’t deny that our anger exists. How do we harness it? A good option is found in Luke 23:34. Here, Jesus speaks about the mob that killed him. “‘Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.’”

Look carefully. It’s as if Jesus considered this bloodthirsty, death-hungry crowd not as murderers, but as victims. It’s as if he saw in their faces not hatred but confusion. It’s as if he regarded them not as a militant mob but, as he put it, as “sheep without a shepherd.”

“They don’t know what they are doing.”

And when you think about it, they didn’t. They hadn’t the faintest idea what they were doing. They were a stir-crazy mob, mad at something they couldn’t see so they took it out on, of all people, God. But they didn’t know what they were doing.

And for the most part, neither do we. We are still, as much as we hate to admit it, shepherdless sheep. All we know is that we were born out of one eternity and are frighteningly close to another. We play tag with the fuzzy realities of death and pain. We can’t answer our own questions about love and hurt. We can’t solve the riddle of aging. We don’t know how to heal our own bodies or get along with our own mates. We can’t keep ourselves out of war. We can’t even keep ourselves fed.

Paul spoke for humanity when he confessed, “I do not know what I am doing.” (Romans 7:15, author’s paraphrase.)

Now, I know that doesn’t justify anything. That doesn’t justify hit-and-run drivers or kiddie-porn peddlers or heroin dealers. But it does help explain why they do the miserable things they do.

My point is this: Uncontrolled anger won’t better our world, but sympathetic understanding will. Once we see the world and ourselves for what we are, we can help. Once we understand ourselves we begin to operate not from a posture of anger but of compassion and concern. We look at the world not with bitter frowns but with extended hands. We realize that the lights are out and a lot of people are stumbling in the darkness. So we light candles.

From No Wonder They Call Him the Savior
© (W Publishing Group, 1986, 2004) Max Lucado

THUMP.. THUD.. THUMP.. THUD..

by Max Lucado

When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it “sings,” it’s ready. If it “thuds,” it’s placed back in the oven.

The character of a person is also checked by thumping.

Been thumped lately?

Late-night phone calls. Grouchy teacher. Grumpy moms. Burnt meals. Flat tires. You’ve-got-to-be-kidding deadlines. Those are thumps. Thumps are those irritating inconveniences that trigger the worst in us. They catch us off guard. Flat-footed. They aren’t big enough to be crises, but if you get enough of them, watch out! Traffic jams. Long lines. Empty mailboxes. Dirty clothes on the floor. Even as I write this, I’m being thumped. Because of interruptions, it has taken me almost two hours to write these two paragraphs. Thump. Thump. Thump.

How do I respond? Do I sing, or do I thud?

Jesus said that out of the nature of the heart a man speaks (Luke 6:45). There’s nothing like a good thump to reveal the nature of a heart. The true character of a person is seen not in momentary heroics but in the thump-packed humdrum of day-to-day living.

If you have a tendency to thud more than you sing, take heart.

There is hope for us “thudders”:

Begin by thanking God for thumps. I don’t mean a half-hearted thank-you. I mean a rejoicing, jumping-for-joy thank-you from the bottom of your heart (James 1:2). Chances are that God is doing the thumping. And he’s doing it for your own good. So every thump is a reminder that God is molding you (Hebrews 12:5-8).

Learn from each thump. Face up to the fact that you are not “thump-proof.” You are going to be tested from now on. You might as well learn from the thumps—you can’t avoid them. Look upon each inconvenience as an opportunity to develop patience and persistence. Each thump will help you or hurt you, depending on how you use it.

Be aware of “thump-slump” times. Know your pressure periods. For me, Mondays are infamous for causing thump-slumps. Fridays can be just as bad. For all of us, there are times during the week when we can anticipate an unusual amount of thumping. The best way to handle thump-slump times? Head on. Bolster yourself with extra prayer, and don’t give up.

Remember no thump is disastrous. All thumps work for good if we are loving and obeying God.

From On the Anvil:
Stories On Being Shaped Into God’s Image

This is a new edition of Max’s first book.
It contains an updated forward, written by him, as well as thoughtful questions for each chapter.

© (Tyndale House, 1985, 2008) Max Lucado

ANVIL TIME

by Max Lucado

On God’s anvil. Perhaps you’ve been there.

Melted down. Formless. Undone. Placed on the anvil for…reshaping? (A few rough edges too many.) Discipline? (A good father disciplines.) Testing? (Buy why so hard?)

I know. I’ve been on it. It’s rough. It’s a spiritual slump, a famine. The fire goes out. Although the fire may flame for a moment, it soon disappears. We drift downward. Downward into the foggy valley of question, the misty lowland of discouragement. Motivation wanes. Desire is distant. Responsibilities are depressing.

Passion? It slips out the door.
Enthusiasm? Are you kidding?
Anvil time.

It can be caused by a death, a breakup, going broke, going prayerless. The light switch is flipped off and the room darkens. “All the thoughtful words of help and hope have all been nicely said. But I’m still hurting, wondering…..”

On the anvil.

Brought face to face with God out of the utter realization that we have nowhere else to go. Jesus in the garden. Peter with a tear-streaked face. David after Bathsheba. Elijah and the “still, small voice.” Paul, blind in Damascus.

Pound, pound, pound.

I hope you’re not on the anvil. (Unless you need to be, and if so, I hope you are.) Anvil time is not to be avoided; it’s to be experienced. Although the tunnel is dark, it does go through the mountain. Anvil time reminds us of who we are and who God is. We shouldn’t try to escape it. To escape it could be to escape God.

God sees our life from beginning to end. He may lead us through a storm at age thirty so we can endure a hurricane at age sixty. An instrument is useful only if it’s in the right shape. A dull ax or bent screwdriver needs attention, and so do we. A good blacksmith keeps his tools in shape. So does God.

Should God place you on his anvil, be thankful. It means he thinks you’re still worth reshaping.

From On the Anvil:
Stories On Being Shaped Into God’s Image

This is a new edition of Max’s first book.
It contains an updated forward, written by him, as well as thoughtful questions for each chapter.

© (Tyndale House, 1985, 2008) Max Lucado

The Power of Prayer (1)

But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. - James 1:6.

In James 5:13-18 we read:
13 Is anyone among you suffering ? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful ? Let him sing psalms.
14 Is anyone among you sick ? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.
15 And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.
16 Confess your trespasses to one another, that you may be healed. The effective fervent prayer of righteous man avails much.
17 Elijah was a man with nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain; and it did not rain on the land for three years and six months.
18 And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth produced its fruit.

This is a very interesting and profitable passage of the holy Scripture. This passage talks solely about prayer. It mentions prayer in every verse.

13 Is anyone among you .. ? Let him pray
14 Is anyone among you sick ? ... Let him pray
15 And the prayer ...
16 .. and pray for ...
17 ... and he prayed ...
18 And he prayed again ...

It is also worth noting that it is addressed to the sick, the afflicted and the spiritually weak. Perhaps you have committed sin that has weakened you spiritually or you may have peculiar need in your life. There is deliverance through the prayer of faith. This passage talks aout prayer in various ways. Viz:
1. The prayer of faith
2. Personal prayer
3. The prayers of elders
4. The believers' prayers
5. Spirit-energized prayer

Elijah the prophet is cited as an example from the old covenant to give us a model of prayer. Since we have a better covenant, we should be able to get better results and encouragement in our prayers.

This passage also talks about faith. Verse 15 says "And the prayer of faith shall save the sick." Actually the whole book of James talks about faith and shows the types of faith to be manifested when we pray.
a) Unwavering faith must be manifested when you pray (James 1:6)
b) Sincere, honest and pure faith (James 2:1)
c) Living, active and scriptural faith (James 2:17,20,26)
d) Rich, abundant faith that solely leans upon the promises of God (James 2:5)
e) Faith that is effective in healing and forgiveness (James 5:16)

These are the kinds of faith we are to manifest if we are attacked, sick or afflicted, in order to receive the desired result.

- Daniel OC

WATER FOR YOUR SOUL

by Max Lucado

Where do you find water for the soul? Jesus gave an answer one October day in Jerusalem. People had packed the streets for the annual reenactment of the rock-giving-water miracle of Moses. Each morning a priest filled a golden pitcher with water from the Gihon spring and carried it down a people-lined path to the temple. He did this every day, once a day, for seven days. “On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, ‘If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water’ ” (John 7:37–38).

He “stood and shouted” (NLT). The traditional rabbinic teaching posture was sitting and speaking. But Jesus stood up and shouted out. Forget a kind clearing of the throat. God was pounding his gavel on heaven’s bench. Christ demanded attention.

He shouted because his time was short. The sand in the neck of his hourglass was down to measurable grains. In six months he’d be dragging a cross through these streets. And the people? The people thirsted. They needed water, not for their throats, but for their hearts. So Jesus invited: Are your insides starting to shrivel? Drink me.

Internalize him. Ingest him. Welcome him into the inner workings of your life. Let Christ be the water of your soul.

Toward this end, I give you this tool: a prayer for the thirsty heart. Carry it just as a cyclist carries a water bottle. The prayer outlines four essential fluids for soul hydration: God’s work, God’s energy, his lordship, and his love. You’ll find the prayer easy to remember. Just think of the word W-E-L-L.

Lord, I come thirsty. I come to drink, to receive. I receive your work on the cross and in your resurrection. My sins are pardoned, and my death is defeated. I receive your energy. Empowered by your Holy Spirit, I can do all things through Christ, who gives me strength. I receive your lordship. I belong to you. Nothing comes to me that hasn’t passed through you. And I receive your love. Nothing can separate me from your love.

Don’t you need regular sips from God’s reservoir? I do. I’ve offered this prayer in countless situations: stressful meetings, dull days, long drives, demanding trips, character-testing decisions. Many times a day I step to the underground spring of God and receive anew his work for my sin and death, the energy of his Spirit, his lordship, and his love.

Drink with me from his bottomless well. You don’t have to live with a dehydrated heart.

Receive Christ’s work on the cross,
the energy of his Spirit,
his lordship over your life,
his unending, unfailing love.

Drink deeply and often. And out of you will flow rivers of living water.


From
Come Thirsty
© (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2004) Max Lucado

WHEN DEATH BECOMES BIRTH

by Max Lucado

You live one final breath from your own funeral.

Which, from God’s perspective, is nothing to grieve. He responds to these grave facts with this great news: “The day you die is better than the day you are born” (Eccles. 7:1). Now there is a twist. Heaven enjoys a maternity-ward reaction to funerals. Angels watch body burials the same way grandparents monitor delivery-room doors. “He’ll be coming through any minute!” They can’t wait to see the new arrival. While we’re driving hearses and wearing black, they’re hanging pink and blue streamers and passing out cigars. We don’t grieve when babies enter the world. The hosts of heaven don’t weep when we leave it.

Oh, but many of us weep at the thought of death. Do you? Do you dread your death? And is your dread of death robbing your joy of life?

Jesus came to “deliver those who have lived all their lives as slaves to the fear of dying” (Heb. 2:15).

Your death may surprise you and sadden others, but heaven knows no untimely death: “You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed” (Ps. 139:16).

Dread of death ends when you know heaven is your true home. In all my air travels I’ve never seen one passenger weep when the plane landed. Never. No one clings to the armrests and begs, “Don’t make me leave. Don’t make me leave. Let me stay and eat more peanuts.” We’re willing to exit because the plane has no permanent mailing address. Nor does this world. “But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior” (Phil. 3:20).

Why don’t you do this: give God your death. Imagine your last breath, envision your final minutes, and offer them to him. Deliberately. Regularly. “Lord, I receive your work on the cross and in your resurrection. I entrust you with my departure from earth.” With Christ as your friend and heaven as your home, the day of death becomes sweeter than the day of birth.


From
Come Thirsty
© (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2004) Max Lucado

IN GOD WE (NEARLY) TRUST

by Max Lucado

A few days before our wedding, Denalyn and I enjoyed and endured a sailing voyage. Milt, a Miami church friend, had invited Denalyn, her mom, and me to join him and a few others on a leisurely cruise along the Florida coast.

Initially it was just that. Leisure. We stretched out on cushions, hung feet over the side, caught some zzz’s and rays. Nice.

But then came the storm. The sky darkened, the rain started, and the flat ocean humped like a dragon’s neck. Sudden waves of water tilted the vessel up until we saw nothing but sky and then downward until we saw nothing but blue. I learned this about sailing: there is nothing swell about a swell. Tanning stopped. Napping ceased. Eyes turned first to the thunderclouds, then to the captain. We looked to Milt.

He was deliberate and decisive. He told some people where to sit, others what to do, and all of us to hang on. And we did what he said. Why? We knew he knew best. No one else knew the difference between starboard and stern. Only Milt did. We trusted him. We knew he knew.

And we knew we didn’t. Prior to the winds, we might have boasted about Boy Scout merit badges in sailing or bass-boat excursions. But once the storm hit, we shut up. (Except for Denalyn, who threw up.) We had no choice but to trust Milt. He knew what we didn’t—and he cared. The vessel was captained, not by a hireling or a stranger, but by a pal. Our safety mattered to him. So we trusted him.

Oh, that the choice were equally easy in life. Need I remind you about your westerly winds? With the speed of lightning and the force of a thunderclap, williwaws anger tranquil waters. Victims of sudden storms populate unemployment lines and ICU wards. You know the winds. You’ve felt the waves. Good-bye, smooth sailing. Hello, rough waters.

Such typhoons test our trust in the Captain. Does God know what he is doing? Can he get us out? Why did he allow the storm?

Can you say about God what I said about Milt?
I know God knows what’s best.
I know I don’t.
I know he cares.

Such words come easily when the water is calm. But when you’re looking at a wrecked car or a suspicious-looking mole, when war breaks out or thieves break in, do you trust him?

To embrace God’s sovereignty is to drink from the well of his lordship and make a sailboat-in-the-storm decision. Not in regard to Milt and the sea, but in regard to God and life. You look toward the Captain and resolve: he knows what’s best.


From
Come Thirsty
© (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2004) Max Lucado

An Inseparable Pair

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. - Ecclesiastes 3:1.

Every coin has two sides. They go hand in hand. They stand and fall together. Whatever the case may be, the coin always exists with two sides. Whatever happens to the one also happens to the other. They are Siamese twins, inseparable.

Time and life are like that too. Like the two sides of a coin, they interact with and affect each other. They are joined together and have a common destiny. They travel together on the same place. Time cannot make sense without its relations to life. Similarly, life has no meaning without its relation to time. They always need each other and compliment each other in their relationship.

Beloved saints of God, whatever you do with your life affects your time and whatever you do with your time affects your life. The quality of your life is determined by the way you use your time. The value you manage to squeeze out of your time will be determine by the kind of life you envision.

Finally, whatever you do to your time will be done to your life and whatever you do to your life will also be done to your time. Waste time and life goes down the drain. Play with your life and time flies out of the window. You cannot have your cake and eat it. Be sure to use your time and life for the most profitable engagement ever, that which will last throughout all time and eternity and yield a reword that appreciates forever.

As an unbeliever, you can enter that path to Jesus Christ today. As a believer, you can re-dedicate your life and time to please God. Remember that there is only one life given to every man and we must all give account on the last day. "And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this judgement. (Hebrews 9:27).

May the good Lord bless you as you make the best of your life and time fruitfully for the glory of God Almighty!

The quality of your life is determined by the way you use your time.

- Daniel O.C.