There’s many things to be done. More things than time allotted.
And we all have great expectations out of all those things.
But an inch of gold doesn’t get you that inch of time.
Next week will be a rather busy week for me. Especially Friday, many things to look forward to. Many things to be done, many things to waiting to be settled.
And in times like this, can’t really find time to rest and do things that I really want to do.
And as I go along, this verse has been stuck in my head for very long.
And Jesus said unto him, Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. – Luke 9:58 KJV
I’ve thought many times about how this relates to us as followers of Christ. We have no place to rest our heads. Or rather, we do not have a place, or a group that we truly belongs to, besides among God and His people.
Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. – Matthew 7:13-14 KJV
One of the wonders of God’s Word, is how everything fits together. The Son of man has not place to lay his head. But wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and narrow is the gate that leads to life, and few there be that find it.
I always interpreted it this way. The ones saved now, leads the lost through the narrow gate. And unless the lost sees the error of their ways, they will be the one who rejects the Son of man.
Fill us anew we pray. Fill us anew we pray.
I promised many things, but how many I kept, and how many I carried out, I don’t know. And I shudder to think what is next. Because of the rain, everything feels obscured. Fresh. Prismatic. And.. just, rainy.