Sometimes I just feel like giving up. Just be done with it all. Too much work, too much discipline, too much thinking, too much. Period! Let’s just throw it all out and do my own thing; forget what my conscience says, what the Word says, what I know is right, just give up. Ever felt that way?
But today, I decided to look at little more closely at what it really is I feel like giving up. And I realize that it’s not the Word, not my conscience, not what’s right. What I want to do away with is simply the hard work and the discipline. I want to be selfish and not care sometimes. I want my way. Unfortunately, I know from experience that no matter how great this may sound on paper, when all is said and done it never works out to anyone’s benefit. At the end, I would be left with no discipline, no purpose, no sense of worth, a stained conscience, people in a bad mood around me, and a rotten attitude to boot.
So today, I am changing what I am giving up. I am giving up being selfish and getting my way. I am giving up worrying and being involved with me, myself and I. I am giving up the notion that work is hard and discipline is too much. I am holding on to the Word, my conscience and what is right. I am embracing work as a means to an end and discipline as the forger of Godly character.
I feel about a hundred pounds lighter. This giving up stuff can be pretty cool! God calls it walking by grace instead of works.
Some of us have suffered great loss for the joy of knowing Jesus, from friends ridiculing us to being disowned by those closest to us. In a sense, we lost nothing when He came and called us to Himself, for what is gone is not to be compared to what we gained–peace with God, righteousness, joy, life everlasting. Yet at times, the cost feels great. And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?
This week, I watched two young ladies taking a bold stand concerning their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. The consequences have not all yet unfolded, but those that have are not pleasant to the flesh. Or the heart. Yet as one of them said to me, “Jesus is the One who called me. I did not choose Him, He chose me. What else could I do but say Yes?” She found herself unable to not choose Him. She simply could not deny to One who rescued her and gave her life. And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?
How valuable am I to Jesus? How much was He willing to pay for me? Well, He paid with His life. And He requires no payment from me–just an allegiance to Him. I witnessed the reality of what this means in these two young ladies’ lives this week. It cost them their life. And they gained His.
And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?