Have you ever had one of those “A-Ha” moments, that sort of snaps you back to reality? This morning was one of those times. I should have known, when I was tempted to skip church just because I was tired. The alarm went off, I mumbled something to Scott, to which he replied “sleep”, and we fell back to sleep fully intending on sleeping right through church. However, about an hour later we both woke up and decided that we should go to church, and we scrambled to get everyone ready and out the door for second service.
By the time the service was over, I knew God had thwarted Satan’s attempt at keeping us from attending. Our pastor preached about the celebration in heaven over the salvation of just one lost soul. A message I’ve heard a bazillion times. However, at the end of the service he played a clip from the movie “Schindler’s List”. Oskar Schindler was a man who used his wealth to save the lives of more than 1,100 Jews during World War II. In this scene from the end of the movie, Mr. Schindler is contemplating all that has taken place, and rather than boast at the lives he did save, he completely falls apart at the thought of all the lives he did not save. He agonizes over the value of his car and the lives he could have “purchased” with it, or his gold pin, and the one or two lives he could have “purchased” with that.
It was an incredibly powerful scene, and I’m pretty sure I could feel God reach down and womp me upside the head with it! My goodness, the things I spend my time and energy on are ridiculous! Yes, we must “occupy until He comes”, but I hope to live so that I never feel the remorse of lives I did not “save”. And yet, I MUST know the despair of those who are still lost because it is a job unfinished until Jesus returns. Lord, give me the grace and wisdom to be a light in this dark world! I’m not an evangelist, a missionary or a minister. I’m a mom. But I pray that somehow God will give me the privilege of bringing Jesus to a dying world so that no life will be lost as a result of my neglect. Let us all feel the passion that Oskar Shindler felt. Let us not be complacent, but always reaching for one more!
Till next time,
Terri
