I saw myself and how I've been behaving lately.
I saw more than me, I saw what my actions were doing to others.
And I was ashamed at what I saw.
What did I see?
I saw a complainer.
I saw a blamer.
I saw a self-centered whiner.
I saw how wrong I was.
I was so busy justifying my beliefs at what I felt was wrong at my church that I WOULDN'T look at myself and why I felt so strongly about my beliefs. And I was wrong. Totally wrong. Absolutely wrong. Irrevocably wrong. Why?
Because IT'S NOT ABOUT ME! Whatever happens in church, at home, at work, on the road, in my family, with my friends... It's not about me. It's about God. And how I am to serve Him.
I've been complaining that I've been a member of our church for almost 19 years, "serving faithfully", working so hard for the church, giving up MY time and MY needs and people haven't noticed that I haven't been in attendance. I even had a great argument for this complaint. And I told people. I presented my arguments. I argued over their arguments to win my argument (lots of arguing going on there). And even though I was totally wrong, I continued to argue. Until today. Until I heard what God wanted me to hear. It's not about me.
Yet it is about me. Just not the way I was thinking. Today I learned something I already knew but didn't really think about in detail and I'm gonna let you in on this. I'm hoping I can covey this as clearly as it was presented to me (but with my ADD, you never know what will come outta this brain) and if something brilliant comes out of it, just know that I'm only telling what I heard. I'm not nearly smart enough to know all of this..
One day, we will all face God and have to account for our time on earth. I've always "said" that I am dreading that day because I know I will be ashamed of what God will have to say to me. I've minimized the importance of this moment. Kinda played it off like I'm a Christian so I know that even though I may not have done my absolute best for God, He's not gonna kick me out of heaven and my rewards will be less than others. But I was wrong in my thinking of this. Because yes, we will be held accountable for what we've done with our time on earth but it's not only the big things we will be judged on but the little things also. And every time we say no or "not right now" to God, a series of events happen that reach farther and longer than we can ever imagine. This is called a "ripple effect" and even though I've always thought we would have to answer for our actions once we die and go to Heaven, I found out today that although we will have to stand before Jesus, it most likely won't be immediately at our death. We can't answer for our actions until the "ripples" we caused are all done. Depending on the severity of our actions, that could take a really long time.
Think about this: What if God had told someone to witness or show kindness to Hitler when he was just a boy and they did as God asked and Hitler accepted Christ as his Savior. Then millions of lives would have been saved. And those lives that were saved could have led others to Christ and so on and so on. See, ripple effect. But the reverse also happens. Maybe God did tell someone to witness or show kindness to Hitler and they said no and Hitler became the way he was because someone didn't obey God. We all know what millions of lives were lost and even today, we are still affected by the Holocaust. Again, ripple effect. And it's not done yet. So, you see, you can't stand before Jesus and answer for your life until all the ripples are done. And we could have some mighty big ripples in our lives, depending on how faithful we are to God and following His word.
Anyways, I got home and was talking to Lance about all of this and I realized that I've caused some bad ripples by my actions. Because I thought it was all about me and my feelings and my opinion. And I was a major idiot. I'm responsible for MY actions. I'm responsible for how I respond to situations. My response to all things should be what God wants from me. I don't matter, only God does. 100 years from now, there probably won't be anyone who remembers who I am or what I looked like. BUT, they will know who God is and how important He is. And if, by chance, I am remembered, I want to be remembered for living a life for God and not for myself. I want to be meet my death with the knowledge that I won't have to stand ashamed in front of Jesus when he takes an account of my life. I want to hear Jesus tell me: Good job, I'm proud of you Gayle. Welcome home!










