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You Got Time?


"Prepare for war.

Get that armour in place, fam.

We ain't got time."






Recently, I started reading Francine Rivers. The Mark of the Lion trilogy.
And I have to confess that it's been quite the experience.

If you've got enough money you can check bookstores for a copy. And if you're broke like me, downloading it from the internet works just fine.

Now this is not the perfect time for me to discuss the various themes in that novel, but I can share a few...






Christians suffer affliction.

Now a great many people have exploded the theory that the Christian suffers no pain. They have preached the Christian into a constant state of grace. With no worries, no fears, no doubts, no problems.

Every true Christian knows this is false.

Jesus came from a race that suffered the greatest butcherings of all time, and he himself tells us...

“If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you."

It's not always rosy. It never will, not on this earth.

There are going to be those exams we will fail, those loved ones we'll lose, those heartbreaks we'll have to nurse.

We will suffer affliction.




Going back to topic, we ain't got time.

The Christians of Jesus' lifetime saw the Lord's coming as an instant thing.

There were some who went as far as selling their properties, giving the money to the poor, and sitting in their hot single-rooms with the entire family waiting for the Saviour to come for them.

Sooner or later I imagine they grew tired of waiting, or died of starvation.

Frankly though, that position was just stupid. (And a bit sad, when you think about it)

But see,

There are two things, love.

Uno, Christ's second coming is not an instant thing, or a far-fetched delusion.

Dos, Jesus's return is an unpredictable thing. Which is scarier than selling than all your possessions and becoming decrepit for the sake of salvation.

This means we're to constantly be at war with the enemy, and it means we should always be prepared for what's coming.

Tighten those belts, people.






Comments

  1. Debbienho30 May 2016 at 01:40

    True that! We've less time than we think.
    Oh, and if you don't have all three books in the series, stop reading. You'll cry. 😭

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    1. Nana Adjoa Agyepong31 May 2016 at 06:39

      Actually, I do *insert smugness here* Thanks for the love. :-)

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