Nothing is perfect, not this side of Eden, not this side of heaven. Death is the evidence. The prayer is that our meager efforts will be multiplied by the great work of God’s Spirit in us. What we cannot accomplish because of our weakness, what we cannot bear because of our frailty, is best cast on the One who cares for us (1Pet. 5:7).
Nothing is perfect, not this side of Eden, not this side of heaven. So death tells us. But we who call the name of Christ have in us the breath of life. We have breath of living but also the life of the Spirit, the life of God that compels us to be more than ordinary. “For in him we live and move and have our being” (Acts 17:28).
Nothing is perfect, not this side of Eden, not this side of heaven. We simply do the best we can and then He extends our impact through His strength in us. We participate in the good works God has prepared for us before the beginning of time and wait expectantly for our call home. We embark on dangerous missions into the strongholds of the enemy and touch lives that have been nearly overcome by darkness.
In this land of confused affection we strain towards the good we long to do and are weighed down by the concerns of life. We strive to love as we should and find selfishness in our hearts. When we come to the end we lay our meager efforts before Him. They WILL be meager; small coins in His treasury, but He will be pleased that we have given what little we have for His names sake.
It is not about simply finishing it is about finishing well. I am proud to say that my father finished well. I watched over the years as the Lord cut away at the already well-formed man to bring forth a child in Christ. I watched as he grew in faith and knowledge. I watched as his heart softened, as his speech tempered, and he became a man after God’s own heart.
He had a teachable and humble spirit that was bruised and healed by God. When it is all said and done those are the bruises I want and the healing I crave. He left me his gentle spirit, generous nature, accepting attitude, and faith that endures to the end. Theory was proven, faith became sight, and for we who witnessed the journey there is a call to be—something more than ordinary.
Copyright(C)2008 Hudson Russell Davis