I’m old enough to remember life before GPS and turn-by-turn instructions with real-time satellite imaging of congestion, traffic jams, and accidents. Having the world in the palm of your hand is convenient, to be sure, as is estimating your time of arrival within a five-minute window, but convenience comes at a cost, and one of the things we’ve lost along the way is the sense of adventure inherent in guessing which way you should turn, what highway you should take, and how exactly you ended up on the Polish border when you were expecting to cross into Austria.
I traveled a lot
when I was younger, put on enough miles to rival an over-the-road, long-haul
truck driver, and have enough stories to last me a lifetime. If the journey was
more than a ten-hour drive, whenever the individual you were supposed to visit
asked when you thought you were arriving, your best estimate was Tuesday rather
than before six pm, but not after seven.
One of the
multitude of graces we take for granted today, when we consider the time Job lived
in, is that we have turn-by-turn instructions, a roadmap laid out in the Word,
that all we need do is adhere to in order to reach our destination. Even so,
none of us can say with any degree of certainty when we will reach it.
Job thought he
was days away from ending his journey, and given his condition, that was a
reasonable assumption; yet he lived another hundred and forty years beyond what
he thought would surely be his end. There is an end point for all of us.
Whether in a year, ten, or fifty, we will all, at one point, shake off this
mortal coil, see a sunset for the last time, hug our loved ones for the last
time, enjoy fellowship for the last time, then eternity.
Some of us get so
caught up with wondering when our exit is coming up that we fail to cherish the
journey. We death-grip the steering wheel and become obsessed with when the
off-ramp will be, living in a constant state of stress regarding something we
have no control over. God’s got it. He always has. Follow the instructions, and
enjoy the ride.
Yes, sometimes
the road may get bumpy, at other times so winding that your stomach might start
to protest, but as long as you’re headed in the right direction, toward God and
not away from Him, keep going. My duty is not to entertain the thoughts of when
it all might end, but to ensure that when it does, I’ve finished well.
The destination
is the destination. There is no place between now and then that is a viable
option to pitch our tents and proceed no further. Nor is turning back to
revisit the past something healthy for our spiritual man. We press ever onward,
not looking back, not being distracted by shiny things off in the distance, but
faithfully following after the One who promised he was going to prepare a place
for us.
God knows the
plans He has for you. For most of us, He does not disclose those plans, so
trying to gauge what we can accomplish in five years, ten years, or even five
days is foolhardy at best. This moment is all we have, and our duty before God
is to redeem this moment for His glory and honor.
Some who think
they have decades left will never see another moon cycle, while others who
believe that death is knocking at their door and will soon kick it in will live
for years still. When is God’s territory, and it is within His purview to
determine such things. When we try to control things we have no way of
controlling while simultaneously ignoring and putting off the things we have
agency over, things we can control and do, we are wasting the most precious
resource we’ve been given, which is time.
You have agency
over whether you read your Bible today or not. You have agency over whether you
spend time in prayer today or not. You have agency over whether you buy a hot
meal for someone who is hungry today or not. These are things that you and I
can control. When you close your eyes for the last time is not something you
can control, so why fret about it?
We all want to
move mountains, but it begins with the first pebble. It begins with the first
shovelful of dirt, the first wheelbarrow, and given enough time, given enough
consistency, that pebble will turn into a mound, which will turn into a hill,
which will turn into a mountain that has been moved. It would be nice to see it
happen in a breath or the blink of an eye, and sometimes, in His grace, God
does just that, wherein He remedies a situation that seemed insurmountable to
human intellect, but more often than not it’s a matter of degrees and forward
momentum, and being diligent in the doing of the work required.
Did you spend
more time today in God’s presence than you did yesterday? If the answer is yes,
that is forward momentum, and it is a good thing. Have you spent more time in prayer
today than yesterday, and has your prayer life grown month to month and year to
year? If the answer is yes, that is forward momentum, and it is a good thing.
You know yourself
well enough to know if you’re making progress, if you’re growing, maturing, and
building up your faith, or spinning your wheels going from one distraction to
another, grasping at straws and fanciful fables. If you can be honest enough
with yourself to acknowledge the lack of progress, and take steps to rectify
it, all you need do is knock, and He will open. All you need do is ask, and He
will give. Desire fellowship with God and you will have it. Desire
understanding, and you will glean it, not by osmosis, but by diligently studying
the word of God, and seeing His truth revealed to you.
Time is running
out for all of us. The gray hair, the achy joints, attest to the reality that
we are getting older, and even if we’ve squandered more time than we would like
to admit up until this point, today is the day it can all change, turn around,
and we can double our efforts in redeeming the time and growing in God.
I can’t tell you
how much time you have left; I’m not God. All I know is that as long as you
draw breath, you have the ability to deepen your relationship with Him, and
growing in God is never wasted time, for it pays dividends now and into
eternity.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea, Jr.