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Before I die I want to live.
And I want the life that I live to have eternal implications. I want the folks standing around my casket to look at me and say, "He lived for Christ and he made a difference for Christ."
I'm not afraid of anything.. like snakes, dogs, spiders (though I don't care for bats)
The one thing that I am afraid of is that I will waste my life.
(I could hardly be a good pastor (in training)) if I didn't add an illustration
There was a dear old lady, who was a saint of God and had lived her life honestly and sweetly. She was of a modest disposition and though she felt as if she ought to witness and ought to get involved with the church more, she never actually got around to it. Sure, she tithed faithfully, and prayed for others - sometimes, she read her Bible - often, and she thought of others too.
As time moved on this sweet old saint died. She arrived in heaven and was met by an angel.
"I will take you to your home" the angel informed her.
"Why that would be lovely" she replied.
As they travelled down the golden street they came upon a row of giant castles.
"Oh goodness, do I live here?" she asked.
"No my dear one, your home is further along." he answered
The continued down the road and came to another row, this time of enormous mansions. They were light, airy and spacious.
"Are one of these for me?" she queried
"Not yet my dear one, your home is further along."
Next they came to some large homes, as she was about to turn to the angel again she noticed him gently shaking his head. So on they walked.
Soon enough they passed by some modest homes, then some smaller ones until finally they turned a corner. Before them was a tiny shack, the walls were of thin wood that looked as if they could barely hold back a breeze. The roof was nothing more than some rags loosely stiched together and draped over the walls. The only window was a small hole that appeared to have been punched into the side of the room (for it truly couldn't be called more than a room).
She turned to the angel amazed and said, "Surely this can not be my home?"
He turned to her with soft eyes and said, "I'm sorry my dear one, but these are the only materials that you sent ahead."
And I want the life that I live to have eternal implications. I want the folks standing around my casket to look at me and say, "He lived for Christ and he made a difference for Christ."
I'm not afraid of anything.. like snakes, dogs, spiders (though I don't care for bats)
The one thing that I am afraid of is that I will waste my life.
(I could hardly be a good pastor (in training)) if I didn't add an illustration
There was a dear old lady, who was a saint of God and had lived her life honestly and sweetly. She was of a modest disposition and though she felt as if she ought to witness and ought to get involved with the church more, she never actually got around to it. Sure, she tithed faithfully, and prayed for others - sometimes, she read her Bible - often, and she thought of others too.
As time moved on this sweet old saint died. She arrived in heaven and was met by an angel.
"I will take you to your home" the angel informed her.
"Why that would be lovely" she replied.
As they travelled down the golden street they came upon a row of giant castles.
"Oh goodness, do I live here?" she asked.
"No my dear one, your home is further along." he answered
The continued down the road and came to another row, this time of enormous mansions. They were light, airy and spacious.
"Are one of these for me?" she queried
"Not yet my dear one, your home is further along."
Next they came to some large homes, as she was about to turn to the angel again she noticed him gently shaking his head. So on they walked.
Soon enough they passed by some modest homes, then some smaller ones until finally they turned a corner. Before them was a tiny shack, the walls were of thin wood that looked as if they could barely hold back a breeze. The roof was nothing more than some rags loosely stiched together and draped over the walls. The only window was a small hole that appeared to have been punched into the side of the room (for it truly couldn't be called more than a room).
She turned to the angel amazed and said, "Surely this can not be my home?"
He turned to her with soft eyes and said, "I'm sorry my dear one, but these are the only materials that you sent ahead."
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