I have three weeks left.
Only twenty-one days of nearly four years of time.
Today has been a good day. I led junior worship today and gave the kids a little sermon on inner beauty. Jimmy Heaton took Josh and I out to eat at Poppy’s Barbecue. It was really yummy. I came back to my room, prayed for a while, and then took an amazing nap. I ate dinner then went to church where Charlie spoke on doubting Thomas.
He said that when Jesus appeared to him in His glorified body, he still had scars. He went straight to Heaven with scars and His scars cause Thomas to believe. I have scars; none that are really big, but I have them nonetheless. The Bible doesn’t hard the scars of it’s realistic characters, so why should I? God wants to use my scars for his glory.
The time has come for me to move on and I am excited. I am going to live and see what else is out there.
I just read The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, and here is my favorite part:
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for it’s own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. Its a sort of splendid torch which I’ve got to hold up for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it off to future generations.
To stand a hold a huge torch, a massive burning flame, for Jesus Christ!
My senior thesis on Titanic is nearly complete. I have concluded that the reason it has made more than a billion dollars worldwide is because it simply demands to be seen. It has all the right ingredients and basically has a huge sign around it’s neck that screams, “Come look at me and see what I can do!”
And we all did. We went and saw it three or four times.
So in my life, in this precious gift given only by God, I am going to demand in a subliminal and mesmerizing way, for this world to look at me, but not to find me, to only find Jesus.
So, I’m moving on. I said I was going to fly at Lees-McRae, and compared to high school, it’s obvious to me that I have.
Now comes the time to fly higher, to make the world see Jesus, to not hide my scars, but to use them to help others believe. Jesus is truly all I have, and, thankfully, he’s all I need.