“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
-Red and Andy
The truth is, we are all doing one of these two things right now, whether we realize it or not.
I don’t mean physically living and dying, although that’s part of this story.
I haven’t written in a while, but I said something to some friends yesterday about how too many Christians are afraid to share the gospel.
We were talking mostly about teenagers and college students, but it’s definitely true for adults as well.
Then, my Facebook memories this morning reflected something almost identical to what I said yesterday, but it was from two years ago.
What have I done since then?
Am I busy leading others to “living” in Christ, or am I leaving them alone to die spiritually with Jesus?
Am I leaving them to face a second death that no one has told them about?
Our world has become so extremely sensitive, with acts of hate stereotyped to groups of people, that we don’t want to be caught in the middle of the abortion clinic bombers, those who seek to kill homosexuals, or like that crazy church down in Florida. If they are so- called Christians, what are the rest of us?
See? See what the enemy did there?
He made us hesitate. He made us afraid to share the greatest news we could possibly share with anyone.
Countless examples of demonic hate have cast a shadow over Christianity or a church denomination and it makes us hide away in our safe, small groups – with other Christians.
Do you know which church denomination was around when Jesus sat at a Samaritan well and told a adulteress woman about living water?
The Way, the Truth and the Life, and no one comes to the Father except through Him.
She knew. She perceived that He was a prophet and went back to her town and returned with as many who would listen to see who this man was.
The harvest is plenty, but the workers are few.
We need to get to work.
We need to get busy living…for eternity.
A special thank you to the person who sent me an email this week.
Although my writing skills need a lot of work, the words that often spill forth, scribbled in random journals or on the back of a church bulletin, have recently gone unposted as life tries to steal my joy.
Y’all, I never get emails from this blog.
I write as an outlet because it’s hard to find people who will talk to me. 😂
I write so my daughters and their friends (and maybe a few moms) will have my words…when one day their heart is pulled in this direction.
There have been maybe three emails the whole time I’ve had this site?
Ones from my friend in Canada (that I need to check in with). I met her at the beach on a chilly, November day in 2017, when most of this blog was born. She was a random stranger walking by as I picked up shells and we ended up talking about Jesus. Lo, I hope you are doing well.
My precious mother-in-law and best friend from high school also encourage me. I am most grateful for their feedback.
Not writing has weighed heavily on me all summer. Work was crazy and stole every single second of my life for almost 12 weeks.
I had planned a weekend getaway to write in the next few weeks, and then this message came along and rocked my world a few days ago:
I have a big fan?
Thank you, Jesus, for the prompting You send at just the right moment.
Your ways never cease to amaze me.
Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare. Psalm 40:5
📸 The picture doesn’t do justice to my feature photo, a painting by Alli G. Hill, TheHillHomeandArt.