Wait, what just happened? Didn't we like the earth spinning as normal, our daily routines uninterrupted, our feet taking us to entertainments and venues customized to fit every shoe size known to man?
Why did our world stop so suddenly as if every brake screeched at a commanding halt? City life turned off their lights, country barns started packing in the hay, shelves became like deciduous trees loosing their leaves. But is everything normal?
How many become nostalgic for old cars racing in back country roads, where spring hats wore their Sunday best, lemonade stands popped up on every street corner selling for a nickel and we can't forget neighbors gathering together on porches filled with laughter, iced tea and good sunshine.
How did we come so far to lose sight of everything simple and blessed? Where watching birds sing or flowers bloom gave us delight and being grateful with much content for the next meal on the table. How did our lives become so out of control with external influences to guide our every whim?
Now there is a pandemic but a different kind. Our souls have become restless, been transformed into creatures of habits that lead one into bondage. Is the world going into withdrawals from spinning our lives into a frenzy of activity?
Purpose must have meaning in order for it to be purpose. What we pursue will either lead us into more bondage or more freedom. Rather than live for the external pleasures of life, live for the eternal treasures that have much greater worth.
Did God just stop the grandfather clock from ticking away knowing when chimes sound their melody it's time for lunch? Our internal clock drives us in certain directions. It can be like a faulty pendulum unable to stop the gear. Well then how do we know what time it is?
It is time to rest, time to stop our internal clocks from racing away, time to measure out invaluable and noteworthy portions of quality principles and truths that build strong foundations. Foundations that can withstand strong winds that come and torrential rain.
It's time to examine our house, not our physical home, but our souls. Do we have leaky roofs, foundations cracked, windows (our eyes) that need to be sealed, our doors (mind) open to vulnerabilities or invaders, our walls (soul) exposed to the elements of deception leading to bondage.
Do we have uninvited squatters placing their claim upon our hearts where God's word says to guard our hearts for in it is the wellspring of life? Proverbs 4:23 Watch over your heart with all diligence, For from it flow the springs of life.
This is not just a season of secluded nothingness waiting for the gate to be released so we can race down the track once again. The grandfather clock has spoken. Do we want God to make us as gold sifting out the rubble and dross? Gold remains at the bottom but the impurities rise to the surface.
Matthew 7:24 “Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. 26 Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. 27 The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.”
Let us ask for wisdom... how much better than folly.
Proverbs 8:11 “For wisdom is better than jewels; And all desirable things cannot compare with her.
James 1:5 But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him.