If I didn’t say anything else I believe you would have something to consider and wonder if the “loves” in your life could count on you in a time of crisis. It’s something the old timers would call “lip service”, or giving your “word” and then never thinking of it again.
Today I celebrate the birth April 29, 1904 of Earl Pearly Paulk, Sr. He was short in stature but had the will and spirit of a giant. When he was little more than a toddler plowing in the cotton fields of South Georgia, he made up his mind to make a difference in his world and wanted to start by making sure that any child of his would have the opportunity to have all of the education that his or her heart desired. He was a man who had to quit his own education when he was in the second grade in order to help work on the family farm, but ended his life with an honorary Doctorate Degree from Bob Jones University where he sat on the board of directors. In his early ministry he brought the good news of the Holy Spirit to anyone that would listen as he preached in any pulpit that would have him and when he didn’t have a church would build a brush arbor to preach in. There were people who were not thrilled with his message and at different times tarred all the seats in his little brush arbor, stopped his car out on a sandy country lane and held him and his little family at gun point and threat of death if he continued to preach this “heresy”. Another time, while he was preaching, a gang of dissenters took his car and put it in the river. They sent a messenger to the church to tell him where his car was and then stood back and laughed as he went to the bank of the river and saw it, upside down in the river, wheels in the air.
I go to church on Sunday morning and Wednesday night and sit on a padded theatre seat in a climate-controlled-church oh I have it so hard! I am embarrassed and unworthy to hold the title of Christian when I compare myself to my relatives and all the horrors they suffered so that I could have the cushy life that I so enjoy. I repeat, I have such a hard life!
Hebrews 11:13-16 Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them. The chapter ends with a revelation that is what I was talking about in God’s perfect will, “Not one of these people, even though their lives of faith were exemplary, got their hands on what was promised. God had a better plan for us: that their faith and our faith would come together to make one completed whole, their lives of faith not complete apart from ours.
“And when relationship demands commitment, then I’ll be there to care and follow through!” Really?