Spending the past week in the south has allowed me to slow down, catch my breath and reflect. Stressed out, rushed and unhappy isn’t a vibe that I enjoy giving off. Subsequently, I am only left to ponder, what do strangers see in me when they look my way?
One generation commends your works to another; they tell of your mighty acts, Psalm 145:4.
I wish I could say that I stick out as a positive influence in a negative world. On a good day maybe, yet life is a marathon not a sprint. Thus, I tend to suck wind, not always finishing each day strong. Some days I may even crawl past the finish line, wishing I can press a reset button.
They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty— and I will meditate on your wonderful works, Psalm 145:5.
The Psalmist suggests the faith of one generation is passed on to the next. However, what if the lives of believers don’t reflect a biblical love? Will a hopeless generation come to the conclusion that God is dead? While God does promise a remnant will always exist, whether small or large, I’m fearful saints aren’t recognizing the sense of urgency at hand. What do strangers see in you? God willing, deep inside your heart exists grace, love and forgiveness that today’s generation will pass on to the next.
by Jay Mankus
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