A friend about to go home to Jesus often irritated lazy daisy pewsitters/pulpiteers/posers: "Do you know what time it is?"
Eternally, he believed the birthpangs of the eschaton are increasing in frequency and intensity.
Existentially, he warned people of postponing who, what, where, and when sooooooo long that...
When I visited him yesterday, he could not speak; but those words burned through his eyes and...
I've been returning to His roots; and I'm increasingly challenged by an old story from Theophane the Monk.
A young disciple wanted to give himself completely to God.
Arriving at the monastery, Theophane asked, "What is it you want?"
Answer: "I just want to give myself to God."
The young disciple expected Theophane to be gentle and parental; but he shouted, "NOW!"
Then the monk picked up a stick, started running after the young disciple, and kept shouting, "NOW!"
Many years later, the maturing man confessed, "Theophane still follows me. He's still carrying that stick around, running after me, and shouting, "NOW!"
Pewsitters/pulpiteers/posers struggle to exorcise the demonic seed of talk, talk, talk over walk, walk, walk.
Meetings over ministry even when pewsitters/pulpiteers/posers pretend meetings are ministry have become rationalizations for lazy daisies.
Jesus, in essence, called us to be here now.
We cannot change the past.
While we can kinda prepare/pray about the future, it's got its own...
Before it's too late.
Blessings and Love!
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