December 26, 2010
It’s so easy for us to become caught up in the flow of daily obligation; even to the point of neglecting our first love. Despite our desire to stay atuned and focused, the relentless onslaught of commitments wear us down and over time we begin to let our guard down. Soon, if not remedied, imaginations sneak in, lusts repackage themselves to appear “harmless,” in an attempt to slip past our spiritual radar, and eventually we discover that we’re not where we used to be with Jesus. Scripture is filled with warnings to keep our heart with all diligence as we fight an enemy who never misses an opportunity to foster separation and dwell in a body of flesh that wars against our spirit.
We know the remedies. Stay close to the Lord Jesus, stay in his word, resist the devil, maintain fellowship with likeminded saints, and what have you. All of these are a must, however, lately something else has been a primary element in this formula for maintaining diligence. Something that all of us are aware of, but perhaps we don’t call it into remembrance as often as we should. I’m referring to the hour in which we first believed. That day in our past when we woke up in the morning, lost and headed to an eternity in everlasting torment, but went to bed a new creature in Christ. Our names written in glory and our sins cast into the sea of forgetfulness – never to be revisited again.
How do we capture such a thing with words? If we had died a day earlier, we would be forever lost; abiding in a state of perpetual torment. we would not be contemplating obligations or becoming discouraged by the dramas in our life, we would be in unfathomable agony. No relief from the flames and gnashing, nobody to talk to, nothing to look forward to, and no idea of how much time had passed since the moment of our descent into the lower parts of the earth. But there was an hour in our past when we saw our sinful condition and understood that Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, had paid for our sin with his own blood. Our eyes were opened and we realized that through faith in his name, we could be forgiven. In sincere repentance, we believed on him and all of our yesterdays were dissolved.
I’m convinced that if we would grasp the greatness of our salvation, we would be so thankful and in awe of our Savior that none of the calamities in this world would rattle us. In the days and monthsd ahead, I’m minded to give more diligence to remembering that hour as it was the single most important event in my life. To pass from everlasting darkness into everlasting life with the promise of a place in the everlasting city where God himself is the light thereof. All the former things; the stresses, the tribulations, the treadmill to nowhere, the vanities, the tears, and all that opposes the truth will be but distant memories of a bygone era. Soon we shall be forever in the presence of Lord, who inhabits eternity. When our final breath has been exhausted, we’ll take up our place with that great cloud of witnesses, from every tribe and every generation, who maintained the testimony of Jesus.
One of the greatest things about working second shift is that it allows more time for reflection. When I pull into the driveway (anywhere betweeen 12:00 midnight and 2:00am) it;s just me and the Lord Jesus. Oftentimes I’ll get out and just stand by the truck; looking into the vastness of creation with its untold trillions of stars. I think about the one who inhabits eternity and placed it all according to his will. And I remember the days following my conversion. I would go out late at night and fellowship with my new first love, Jesus. Beneath these same stars, which look just as they did in the autumn of 1983, I remember what used to be, shudder at thoughts of what could have been, has my eyes not been opened, and become overwhelmed with joy and peace as grasping of this great salvation come to the forefront.
Isaiah 1;18 “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”
Colossians 2:13-14 “And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses;
Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross.”
Well I’ll be going shortly. The Last trumpet Newsletter for January 2011 is posted. I’ve not had a chance to read it yet, however, the title is right in line with what has been weighing on my heart for over two weeks now:
THE CALL TO WATCH AND PRAY With events accelerating daily and everyones final moment drawing ever closer, it’s imperative that we’re atuned and obediant. An hour lost can never be retrieved.
Steve Quayle will be on Omegaman blog-talk radio this next week. The link says Tuesday Dec. 28, but I thought the host said Monday (Dec 27) I’m planning to check both times as I’m off work next week. The link is on the Twitter feed to the right.
And finally, I’ve started a new blog (oh no; not again) which will become the primary blog beginning on January 1, 1011. The address is http://timbob3.wordpress.com and has been launched in an effort to be more focused than in the past. It’s still a work in process as a lot of links have yet to be organized and established. This current site will remain as an archive for a season of my life wherein much growth transpired.  The fellowship with saints whom I never would have been in contact with apart from this venue is awesome and, Lord willing, I look forward to its continuance in the future. (Malachi 3:16-17)
Blessings always in Jesus name.

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