Living the Great Commission: Seek the Kingdom

I am in a Men’s group at my church called Kingdom Warriors. It is an absolutely awesome group that exemplifies the biblical example of accountability and fellowship. Recently we had a study on an excerpt of a book by John Eldredge called The Way of the Wild Heart that spoke about the idea of bravery. When we were discussing the study in my group many of the struggles with bravery were related to a specify sin in the persons life. At this point it dawned on me that while I struggle with sin in my life as much as any man what I struggle most with is seeking the kingdom, the first half of Matthew 6:23. What I mean is that I am often lacking in fulfilling The Great Commission. I don’t mean that I wish to be the next Billy Graham; far from it. What I mean is that I am often reluctant to share the hope that I have with those around me for fear that they will call me a hypocrite. The unfortunate thing is that the fact that I am far from perfect is the beauty of my faith. The fact that I still sin yet I am still forgiven and still bound for heaven is the “Good News”. This hope that salvation has been given by Grace, as a gift that I have no bearing upon (Ephesians 2:8-9).

So what’s the point? I need to share the hope that I have, it is really good news. I have no fear of death, I know that my God does all things in life for good. I know that my God Loves me so much that he sent his Son to die for me. I know that the creator of the universe has adopted me as a son and gives me the greatest father-son relationship ever. I know that my actions have no bearing on my salvation, Grace is more than sufficient. So many think that Christianity is slavery to rules, it is the opposite. Freedom from sin, knowing that I am indeed saved. Now does that mean I continue to sin, no (Romans 6:1-2). But my actions have no bearing on my salvation. I am content, I am loved and I have no fear of death. How can I not share?

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Christmas Poem

 I have found this poem on many places on the Internet, all references I can find claim the author is unknown. I found the poem to be very powerful so I thought I would share it.

‘Twas the Night Before Jesus Came

‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter.
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said “it’s not here” my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!