Granted.
Here on the POWER trip we are given a word of the day. I have decided on my own word of the day, and today that word is “granted” and for two reasons.
First because my life has been taken for granted. I’ve seen the television shows with the homeless orphans with no food or water and I’ve thought to myself, “how terrible,” and then proceed to shut the television off and order a pizza. Why? Because although I succeeded in agreeing it was a terrible situation, I failed to recognize that these are HUMAN BEINGS. These are beautiful children, created by our Lord Jesus, who have been through hell on earth. And unfortunately in America, our ‘blessings’ have become a ‘curse’. We have grown ignorant and foolish in our mediocre serving of God. If you would only take the time to look into the eyes of these children. Take the time and your heart will be tremble and your shame will collapse you to your knees. I know because it happened to me.
Second because I have been granted a second chance. The same second chance that the Lord is granting you right now. These people need the gospel. We have so much in America, we give out of our abundance so that it does not cost us anything. Everything worth anything will cost you something. Please take the time to stop and think about these orphans. What if they were your kids? What if it were you? What if you were the helpless orphan and you knew what lay in the hands of the Christians across the border? And these Christians pat themselves on the back for the small contributions they make, and stroke their conscious into a deep sleep sung to the lullaby of a lukewarm melody. And I’m not talking about just your finances. I’m talking about your love, your prayers, your time, your sacrifices. What will you do with this one life you are given.
I close with a story. There was a young lady rescued off the streets down here in an orphanage. She was malnutritioned and to the point of death. She was taken in, cared for, recovered her health, and was given the gospel. When she graduated from the school she devoted a year of her life to a small Bible college down in Mexico. After her studies, she called the orphanage back and beckoned them to come see her at the Bible college. They arrived and greeted the lady. As they were walking down the street to the Bible college, children from every direction in the community swarmed her. She took the orphanage director by the hand and pointed to one child “This one I’ve led to Christ”, then she pointed to another, “and this one I have led his mother to Christ”, then pointed to another “and this one her parents have died but she has accepted Jesus”, and she pointed to another, and to another, and to another, and to another. Here is a lady who has nothing, she’s 85 pounds, short, worthless by society standards, casted away and forgotten. And she could take his hand and show him the fruits of her labor.
I want to ask you, if I were to visit you, could you take me by the hand and show me the fruit of your labor? Could you show me the impact for Christ that you’ve made to your family, to your friends, to your neighborhood, to your work place? You, who have everything and have been given so much?
