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This Life

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I want so much to be understood, to be counted, to be considered. I want to be remembered. I want to have influence, impact, and to leave a lasting impression. Why? Because of time. I am going to die. My name and my memory are all that will continue posthumously. What about me matters so much that others should remember so that it will enhance their lives beyond the bounds of time? Nothing. Only one thing may overpower the behemoth hands of time: the gospel of Jesus Christ. The Son of God became a man; he lived the life I was meant to live and died the death I was bent to die. He rose from the death of forgetfulness and complete obscurity to the most powerful and infamous place in all of existence. He stands in honor and victory at God’s right hand. His life, death, and resurrection were for the glory of God and for our good. He gave us chronological significance in his very real and very true story of making all things new. Not only will he always be remembered for who he was and what he did, he will be remembered for what he is doing and will do because of who he always will be. So the gospel changes my goal and mission in this life doesn’t it? I’m reminded of what Count Zinzendorf once said of his mission in life: “Preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.” If only my life counts for any lasting value from now to the day I die, it is this same endeavor in which I journey, for this is to truly and fully belong to Christ (Gal. 6:14). My death promises nothing in return; his death promises and secures life and relationship with the God of the universe for those who believe in Jesus.

This Life

On Sunday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Monday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Tuesday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Wednesday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Thursday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Friday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
On Saturday, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
For as long as one has breath, preach the gospel, die, and be forgotten.
Remember Jesus Christ, risen from the dead.


Dusty, Gunky, Connected Keyboards

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Some of my keys stick or are just plain sticky. Dust, grime, gunk, and funk are all around me. I look gross and disgusting from careless and improper use and incompetent users. One time I was nearly shorted out from Big Coffee spilling all over me. Crusty, junky crumbs are all up in my grill. I’ve been slammed, yanked, and beat down by noisy typists (oh you know them, alright, you can hear them type from 20 yards away). I’ve been screamed at and forced to type in languages I don’t even know.

One thing I know, and this I know without a doubt. It’s that I have no control over my connection and no control over which keys are pressed in whatever order. There is some order to it, too. I’ve noticed a recurring theme, as well. As long as I’m connected, I keep getting used. My typist keeps cleaning me up and air dusting me, which doesn’t always feel good but always makes me work my best. But my best is only in connection to the power source and the meticulous typing of my typist, who knows exactly what to type, when and how long.

I’m just a keyboard, but my typist is brilliant!