I dream of a future high in the snow-capped mountains.
A chair to slip into and a view we say we would die for.
But this is not mine, nor will it ever be, when there’s more
So much more to accomplish.
My resting needs to produce a better rest.
Of all the days I live, Sunday is when I work my hardest,
This is the day that takes the most out of me.
It has something to do with age, of that I’m sure
But there must be another reason. Right?
A long day at my calling and then a 2-hour nap?
I’m worried that it’s becoming a habit.
Up before dawn and planning the last detail
I work, prepare, and execute. Then, oh my, I need to rest.
There’s something about knowing you’re doing your best
Equally important, I keep striving to learn more.
But the reality is that even with all I give
There’s more! I can do better, so I think it through.
The end of a long day, and my mind will not rest.
I’m missing some folks, and it eats at my soul.
What can I do better? Important? Oh, yes.
But the real focus is understanding. What am I missing?
The church is not for just a few. It’s for all.
We strive to reach each person, group, and bracket.
But we miss many with an incredible lack of foresight.
But not Jesus. His example shows us how to love.
Each one is important. Bring them closer to his love.
Invite and enjoin in such a way so each will gravitate.
Homeward, because many know this is where they need to be.
Yet closer before the world convinces them Church is not important.
The times are quickly fading into the black. It’s getting rough.
An end is coming that will create anguish for those who know.
Let’s not rest until we have striven to reach all effectively.
Have we done all we can do? That’s where I lose rest.
So, I pray more,
“Change me, Lord.
Let me be what is needed.
Give me strength, courage, and a measure of peace.
I need to know I’m aiming high.
The lost are being drawn home.
The days are ending.
The night will soon reign supreme.
Don’t let me stop
Until I’ve given my all.
Then, rest will be mine in eternity.”
Luke 23:50-56 NKJV
Now behold, there was a man named Joseph,
a council member, a good and just man.
He had not consented to their decision and deed.
He was from Arimathea, a city of the Jews,
who himself was also waiting for the kingdom of God.
This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
Then he took it down, wrapped it in linen,
and laid it in a tomb that was hewn out of the rock,
where no one had ever lain before.
That day was the Preparation, and the Sabbath drew near.
And the women who had come with Him from Galilee followed after,
and they observed the tomb and how His body was laid.
Then they returned and prepared spices and fragrant oils.
And they rested on the Sabbath according to the commandment.