If I could only change one thing in my life it would be the sense of urgency I feel. Or in my case, don’t feel.
My nature is one of procrastination. I like to spread things out so I don’t have too much happening at one time. Because of this, I sometimes lack a sense of urgency. At least when there isn’t a deadline floating around. (This is why it’s taking me so long to finish writing my book!)
Yet when I read the Bible, I am struck by something: the repeated call for Christians to live with a sense of urgency. Jesus changed the world in about 3 years. That’s pretty urgent. Paul dropped everything after encountering God and became one of the most important people in history. David didn’t wait until next week to fight Goliath, he found a rock and went to town.
But if we are the body
Why aren’t His arms reaching?
Why aren’t His hands healing?
Why aren’t His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren’t His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
Why don’t I reach out more? Why am I more reactive than proactive? Why do I walk past the people I know need help? Why do I ignore that prodding by God to help? To act? I think the answer is provided by another song.
It bothers me to think that I would trade in Jesus’ sacrifice for comfort and convenience. But I do. I willingly turn my back on what it cost God to secure my freedom. And I am increasingly convinced that this lack of urgency is something that is holding me back from a deeper relationship with God.
It’s ironic that it took this realization for me to finally start developing that sense of urgency. Funny how God works sometimes.