I Love The Night

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  “It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk, and left the quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister — conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for childish human ears to catch the sound. They awe us, these strange stars, so cold, so clear. We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not; and, standing where the echoing dome spans the long vista of the shadowy light, glance up, half hoping, half afraid to see some awful vision hovering there. And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays ...

Thinking outside the box (no, really!)

I was deep in thought as I moved down the hallway.

I was deep in thought when I pressed the button for the elevator.

I was deep in thought when the door closed.

I was deep in thought as I waited . . .

. . . and waited . . .

. . . and waited . . .

. . . and waited . . .

I was deep in thought when I looked for the door to open.

I was deep in though when my foot moved forward . . .

. . . and the door did not open.

My thoughts vaporized as I stood there, looking at the closed door.

My thoughts swirled as I noted how this elevator ride was different than other elevator rides:

I did not sense the slight push of my feet against the floor.

I had not heard the whirr of the motors and cables as I moved through the walls of the building.

I had not felt the clunk of the box settling in place.

I must have been deep in thought.

Real deep.

So deep that I had to discover that I had not moved! I had not pushed the button!

The lesson came home to me quickly: I have enough irons in the fire to keep me busy until doomsday, but if I have not love for God first in all things, then nothing matters. I’ve not been moved.

Sure I could have stayed in the box until someone else came along and pushed a button. I could have also been more embarrassed to be discovered by someone and talked about as the guy who didn’t know how to operate an elevator. Someone might already say my own elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top.

But that’s how it is. In all the distractions and cares of the world, I can stand there in my box and think I am going someplace, making a difference. The reality is, I am just standing still, embraced by four walls, a ceiling and a floor.

I can stand there until someone else comes along . . . but when will someone come?
Will it be in time?

And who will it be that comes along?

And what will they do when they come?

For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous man; though perhaps for the good man someone would dare even to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him.“ (Ro 5:6-9)

Thank you, Jesus.

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