And those who love him he keeps safe,
Snatches them from the grip of the wicked.
If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven’t done much today.
Heaven is blessed with perfect rest but the blessing of earth is toil.
The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that man may become robots.
How much of our lives are well…so daily. How often our hours are filled with the mundane, seemingly unimportant things that have to be done, whether at home or work. These very “daily” tasks could become a celebration of praise. “It is through consecration,” someone has said, “that drudgery is made divine.”
Gigi Graham Tchvidian, 1945-
American Writer, Speaker, D. Billy Graham
“For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age,”
Yesterday was the first day back to school after the vacation. There was a lot of “Happy New Year!” in the halls, but not much joy. We have been hit hard in the tri-state area of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut. Hurricane Sandy tried to knock us down with a powerful blow, and then Sandy Hook Elementary School was hit. Joy, even after the holidays, is not as abundant as one might hope. Except among the children.
They cheered “Happy New Year!” all day long, they told of travels, gifts, good things that happened to them. They asked about my holidays. I went into the lunch room and heard a colleague say, “Well, one more year.” in a dull, unremarkable tone. For me it was like standing at a crossroads. I chose to leave the room and think about it some more. Yes, one more year. One more year to soak up all that joy that the kids share every day. One more year to tell someone when they look good, or how good it is to see them. One more year to praise the name of the One who loves us. One more year to make a difference.
Today as you go about your daily tasks, “Make it a good day.” as my pastor says. It is a choice. A choice to make some new prints toward home on the road less taken.
Because of Him,