Last night I was cooking dinner and my kids were cleaning their room. My son comes out and says, "This is hard and I don't like doing it!" Understandable. I tell him, "We never like doing the hard stuff, but anything worth doing is going to be hard."
Then, it occurred to me that Jesus did the hard stuff for me. He died on the cross, not me. He was tortured and brutally killed, not me. I don't even have to go through the rituals that people did in the old testament times. I don't have to kill a sacrifice and bring it to the temple. I just have to ask for forgiveness and it is given. How easy is that?
While I'm extremely grateful to live in this day and age, it occurred to me that I take my faith for granted because I'm not the one who had to do the hard stuff. It was done for me. Yet, I still have a torch to carry to the next generation. If my light goes out, so goes the faith of my children and their children. While I may not have to bring a burnt offering to the Lord, I still have things that I need to do like reading the Word, sharing my faith, sewing into my kids faith. These are not things I would consider hard. The hard part is simply staying committed and conscious of doing them.
Friday, January 7, 2011
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