I was listening to the radio the other day and one song struck my attention. It was This is your life by Switchfoot. The chorus said:
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
I got to thinking, what if we changed those lyrics too:
This is your life, are you who God wants you to be
This is your life, is it everything that God dreamed that it would be
Think about your everyday life. How much time do you spend on pointless stuff? I’m the worlds worst when it comes to that. I probably spend about 2 hours a day on the comouter doing absolutly nothing. It’s sad. Think about your life. What have you done in your past or are doing now that hinders your relationship with Christ? I was reading I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris and in it he recorded a dream he had. It read:
I found myself in a room. There was nothing special about this room accept for one wall was covered with small index-files like those in a library. The files stretched from the floor to ceiling and never seemed to end. It had odd titles and one caught my eye, it read, “Girls I’ve liked.” I opened it and then quickly shut it, for I recongnized every name. Then, without being told, I knew exacly where I was. My life had been recorded in this room, every move and action.
I began flipping through the files. One of the files entitles, “Friends I’ve betrayed.” Others read, “Books I’ve read,” “Lies I’ve told,” “Comfort I’ve given,” “Jokes I’ve laughed at,” “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers,” “Things I’ve done in anger,” “Things I muttered under my breath to my parents.” It never ceased to amaze me of the volume of the files, but yet there they were, written in my hand writing, signed with my signature. I pulled out one that said, “Songs I’ve listen to,” I couldn’t believe at how many there were. I shut it ashamed, not so much the quality, but the amount of time it represented.
I came across another. It read, “Lustful thoughts.” I pulled it out only a little, and drew a card. I shuddered at its detailed contents. I suddenly felt rage. One thought dominated my mind, “No one must see these cards! I have to desroy them.” I tried to tear a card only to find as strong as steel. I put it back. That’s when I saw it. The title read, “People I’ve shared the gospel with.” I pulled out the file and could count ts contents on one hand. I fell on my knees and began to weep. That’s when I saw HIm. It was Jesus. I thought, “Oh no, not Him.”
He came up and put His arm around me and we wept together. After a while He got up and walked to the end of the room. He took out a card and began writing His name over mine. I jumped up and shouted, “No,” and pulled the card from His hand, but there it was, the name Jesus, written in His blood. He took the card back and continued signing the rest of the cards. After He was done He put His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
As you go through out the rest of your life, remeber the cards. Remember, This is your life, are you who God wants you to be?