Day: November 17, 2020

LIVING A LIFE THAT MATTERS

Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days! All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass on to someone else! Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance!
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed! Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear! So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do list will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away! It won’t matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end! It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant, even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant!
SO WHAT WILL MATTER?
How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought but what you built; not what you got but what you gave! What will matter is not your success but your significance! What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught! What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example!
What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you are gone! What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you! What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what!
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice!
Make that choice today! And choose to live a life that matters!

He that hath made his refuge God

“O that I knew where I might find Him!” Job 23:3
In Job’s uttermost extremity he cried after the Lord. The longing desire of an afflicted child of God is once more to see his Father’s face. His first prayer is not “O that I might be healed of the disease which now festers in every part of my body!” nor even “O that I might see my children restored from the jaws of the grave, and my property once more brought from the hand of the spoiler!” but the first and uppermost cry is, “O that I knew where I might find HIM, who is my God! that I might come even to His seat!” God’s children run home when the storm comes on. It is the heaven-born instinct of a gracious soul to seek shelter from all ills beneath the wings of Jehovah. “He that hath made his refuge God,” might serve as the title of a true believer. A hypocrite, when afflicted by God, resents the infliction, and, like a slave, would run from the Master who has scourged him; but not so the true heir of heaven, he kisses the hand which smote him, and seeks shelter from the rod in the bosom of the God who frowned upon him. Job’s desire to commune with God was intensified by the failure of all other sources of consolation. The patriarch turned away from his sorry friends, and looked up to the celestial throne, just as a traveller turns from his empty skin bottle, and betakes himself with all speed to the well. He bids farewell to earth-born hopes, and cries, “O that I knew where I might find my God!” Nothing teaches us so much the preciousness of the Creator, as when we learn the emptiness of all besides. Turning away with bitter scorn from earth’s hives, where we find no honey, but many sharp stings, we rejoice in Him whose faithful word is sweeter than honey or the honeycomb. In every trouble we should first seek to realize God’s presence with us. Only let us enjoy His smile, and we can bear our daily cross with a willing heart for His dear sake.