Never Too Late!

On the verge of celebrating 66 Christmas times I look back with some nostalgia mixed with unspoken regrets. It is too late for some of the career choices I had hoped to make. It is too late for some of the ministry I had once thought I would do. It is too late for more children. It is too late for another talk with Dad, a different way I could have treated my family or even better stewardship of the money that has passed through my hands. But Martha’s encounter with Jesus at the edge of Bethany gives me hope that:

It is never too late for Him to come. It is never too late to listen to His word. His heart has been with me and you every moment of every hour and He has come to share this day with us. Even now; tombs will be opened, grave clothes removed and life renewed at the sound of His voice! No matter the moment, no matter thehour it is never too late for Jesus!

 

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Frost Warning

Then He said to them, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest. Luke 10:2 NKJV

With a frost warning coming tonight I rushed out to pull in the last of the peppers. Some were large and ready for harvest. A few others were okay though yet mature. But saddest of all were the blossoms left on the plants when I pulled them and shook the soil from their roots. The frost was here and their beauty and promise were never to be fulfilled.

God tells me stories in the garden. Some stories give me comfort, some direction but frost is like a heavenly alarm clock. The raw jangling of the cold, the grey of clouds and the whistle of North winds shake my world up. There is a frost warning coming for each of us. The time for promises unkept is past. My worn out excuses for immaturity sound hollow in my ears. God’s plan, His will and Kingdom are all that really matter. Don’t just send laborers out into your harvest Lord. Send me!