Having spent my entire day laboriously referencing an incredibly painful essay on Investigative Journalism, my mind is for want of a better word, mashed. At this time of year when the end of term looms threateningly close, all thoughts of God’s peace and faithfulness fly quickly out my window. For some reason, when it comes to “school work” I am totally incapable of trusting that God has it in hand, admittedly this may be in part because my inherently lazy nature knows that I’ve been ignoring any opportunity in which God might have told me to get my arse in gear and start my flipping essay. With various deadlines creeping up on me, my mind becomes a cocktail of anxiety and regret and I barely stop to think of asking God for help.Live for your athletic achievements – and some day the elastic in your legs will go, your reflexes will slow down, and your “life” will be over.
Live for your scholastic attainments – and some day knowledge will pass you by, and life will be over.
Live for your family alone – sometime the children will be grown and gone, and life will be over.
Live for your business success – some day age will come, younger men will reach impatiently for your place, and life will be over.
But live for Christ – live for the inheritance that fades not away – and life will then have just begun.
