I’m writing this week’s blog 35,000 feet in the air. I am on my way back to Chicago from spending 35 hours in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I went there for my 35 year high school reunion. I don’t know if you have been to one of these things or not, but I didn’t recognize anyone! Well okay, some, but time, and life had changed the way most looked, and the way a few were in school.
I had a nice time catching up with as many as I could. One thing that really stuck out to me was everyone had a story. Everyone shared a portion of the path they have been on since we graduated. Most were good paths, others were sad. It was comforting to know how many had found God, accepted Jesus on their path and are now living for Him. Those on paths that are not leading them toward God concerned me. I know God grants them the privilege of exercising their free will.
Something I have never thought of before: “Free will” isn’t free. You enter eternity paying the entrance fee with your life, which leads to hell, or you enter heaven with the entrance fee being paid by the death of Jesus Christ. To enter heaven you accept His free gift.
John 3:16 goes beyond 35 hours, 35,000 miles, or 35 years. It’s for anyone, at any time, no matter what path you have been down in life. For my old classmates not living the life God has for them I simply pray, “God, help them find you. Don’t give up on them, and help them accept your Son, Jesus. ”When I get to heaven’s reunion I hope I see them there.
brakes to prevent an accident and I honked. They honked. Then as I was looking for a parking spot I happen to notice a vehicle close behind me with their bright lights on. What’s up with them? I thought. Then it occurred to me that could be the ones I honked at. I didn’t park. Instead I started driving. They followed. I got on the highway. They did too. So I decided to get off the highway and go to the local police department. In the mean time I dialed 911. 911 confirmed my plan. As I pulled into the police station they decided to book it out of there. Unfortunately they got away before the police arrived.
has had a particular theme to it. “Cleaning Out” At work I was tasked with cleaning out cubicles and cabinets once used by employees before they retired. At home going through every place one can put things and asking, “Do I really need this?” This is particularly hard for men who think they will use anything someday to fix something. Butt (typo intended) also personally cleaning out this week as I went for my first colonoscopy. Talk about things you really don’t need!
s to God every believer will sing in their native tongue, but collectively it will become a beautiful melody instead of being a chaotic mess. So I would have to add one more to the list of things not requiring translating: praise to God.