As I sit down to write this post, I’m trying to remember the last time I wrote. What was I feeling? Where was I? What did I write?
Without knowing, I’ll push on.
Today’s post has been prompted by a message from my Church’s senior pastor. During a sermon which if I was honest, was not all that inspiring, Pastor Paul paused and said:
“Imagine life without Jesus. Life would seem pretty meaningless am I right?”
He didn’t pause for an answer, in fact I don’t know if he gave it another thought as he continued with his sermon and references to the sand slowly passing through the hour glass to his right. I, however, failed to concentrate on anything else.
How would my life be different without Jesus?
Sure, I love him, I think he died for me on the cross and his love can conquer all but in my day to day life … what’s his role beside a quiet word at night? The reality both shocked and saddened me.
Fast forward 24 hours and I’m sitting in a living room with a group of friends so close, their family. What better audience to ask the question of – maybe I shouldn’t be upset with myself … What if Jesus didn’t exist?
There faces read confusion before love poured out. I would miss the holy spirit, joy and peace … without Him, I couldn’t find hope.
What’s life without hope? Nothing
So I pause, as the long hand moves passed 11 pm and thank the Lord for Jesus and a reason to move past the fear and suffering in our world. To live in hope hope that He will come again and all will be made good.