We just returned from "the happiest place on earth." This particular amusement park has a fabulous new feature that saves your place in line. One simply runs an admittance ticket into the hold-my-place-please machine and returns an hour or two later to be ushered to the front. Each time our family walked past the sweaty, impatient, foot-shifting line I felt a twinge of guilt and secret indulgence. I had to remind myself that we all had the same access, but we spent it on different rides, at different times.
During one of our quick trips I overheard a British teen (what a lovely accent!) ask his father why we got to go and they had to wait. "Because they've paid money for special tickets." What? No, we haven't! I wanted to protest. Their conversation nagged at my thoughts as we zigged and zagged through the cue line. I wondered if it they would have listened to me, "You can too! Just take your tickets--the ones you came in with--and run them through the hold-my-place-please machine!"
God's gift is very much the same. Those of us who know God, who believe Jesus died in our place and took our punishment, trust Him. We converse with Him daily, experiencing a joy and peace unknown to the rest of the world. The majority of people watch as we travel through life enjoying good things and bad, living by faith, living with fewer worries or cares, loving and caring for one another. How often they wish for the beauty of forgiveness, not realizing they have the same access, the same opportunity. God has revealed Himself through His Word. He is accessible through prayer. We must simply let go of our way and cling to His. This is not a ride that takes longer for some than it does for others--it's for now, for eternity. I've banked my life on it. If you haven't, please take time to read the questions and answers in the margin on the right side of this blog. If you have, how willing are you to share with others? Are you living fully, to the honor and glory of God?
During one of our quick trips I overheard a British teen (what a lovely accent!) ask his father why we got to go and they had to wait. "Because they've paid money for special tickets." What? No, we haven't! I wanted to protest. Their conversation nagged at my thoughts as we zigged and zagged through the cue line. I wondered if it they would have listened to me, "You can too! Just take your tickets--the ones you came in with--and run them through the hold-my-place-please machine!"
God's gift is very much the same. Those of us who know God, who believe Jesus died in our place and took our punishment, trust Him. We converse with Him daily, experiencing a joy and peace unknown to the rest of the world. The majority of people watch as we travel through life enjoying good things and bad, living by faith, living with fewer worries or cares, loving and caring for one another. How often they wish for the beauty of forgiveness, not realizing they have the same access, the same opportunity. God has revealed Himself through His Word. He is accessible through prayer. We must simply let go of our way and cling to His. This is not a ride that takes longer for some than it does for others--it's for now, for eternity. I've banked my life on it. If you haven't, please take time to read the questions and answers in the margin on the right side of this blog. If you have, how willing are you to share with others? Are you living fully, to the honor and glory of God?
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