The Tower

It looks as if it goes up forever. There must be at least 100+ stories. The glass and chrome all spotless and perfect. And yet there isn’t just one of these towers there are hundreds around me. So much money and power. Even the sidewalks are painted gold.

Then I turn around and look again at the church. A small building on the top of a hill. Not large and flashy like the buildings I see in front of me. But, there’s a stately quietness that exudes from the church.

And then I turn again and look below the buildings and see a street full of people who are drunk rolling in the streets. I see some pop artist banging her head against a wall. I see the women on the streets wearing close to nothing standing on street corners.

Then I turn toward the church and walk in the doors.

Most teenagers today grow up and become part of the world. A fairly recent study by the Southern baptists say that around 80% of children leave the faith by the end of college. As children they are taught that money is more important then God. Then their parents teach them that it’s okay to date and follow the world’s method. “Sure, tempt yourself just don’t fall for the temptation….”

Don’t just accept ideas and concepts that the world tell to you. Sure, maybe in their inconsistencies they’ve gotten something right but don’t accept what they offer. The pleasure of the moment passes quickly.

I understand that the church isn’t an idyllic place of peace. And most of my posts tend to talk about disunity and tension in relationships. But, we have to understand that Jesus is the prince of peace. If we depend upon him we will receive the grace of Christ. And so much more so in the bride of Christ.


One Moment

He stood at the top of the hill. A look of determination on his face. There were people all around him, but it was as if they faded as he looked out on a path full of twists and turns. He stood at a crossroads, and beyond him you could see thousands of roads splitting, turning, and twisting.

He remembered that man who got angry when he made his smoothie wrong. He remembered the wife who had screamed at her children. He remembered the man who grabbed the child’s hand before she was hit by the car. He heard the angry words exchanged between his coworkers years ago.

Each day we have hundreds of decisions to make. We could either repeat the order for our hamburger for the 3rd time nicely. Or we could make a scene. We could roll our eyes at someone or lovingly respect them. People will remember what you said, what you did long after you’ve forgotten them.

And, that includes what we do when we’re alone and others aren’t around to keep us accountable.

As a Christian we are called to show Christ through our example. There will be those who will see and remember what you do. Every word will be held to account in that last day. Every action will be accounted for.

Your life and actions will be there for eternity. Don’t waste it.

When you come to the crossroads look up and walk towards the wicket gate.