Now that it has become more dangerous, I don’t walk with the dogs for exercise any longer. I trip over too many invisible roots, step in too many hidden holes, roll along on too many sneaky little pine cones, and therefore either fall or come close too many times a week. Then there are the snakes with their natural camouflage. I wouldn’t see one before it struck.
So Keith has bought me an elliptical machine. Actually this gadget is pretty neat. It tells me how many miles I have gone and how many calories I have burned, which is a little disappointing. Oh, for a workout that burns 500 calories in 20 minutes without making you feel like you might die any second!
But it’s not the same as walking outside. I miss the fresh air, the waves of wildflower colors in the field, the butterflies flitting across my path, the scent of jasmine wafting along in the breeze. I miss my little furry companions romping on ahead of this tortoise of a human. I will say this for the machine, though—it is a lot closer to the five mile jog I did some twenty-five years ago than the three mile stroll I have taken with the dogs in the past few years. Whew!
The apostle John called life a walk with God. If we walk in the light as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, 1 John 1:7. Enoch and Noah both walked with God in a faithful life, Gen 5:22; 6:9. Paul tells us The Lord is at hand, Phil 4:5. It does help us get through our trials to know he is with us constantly as we go.
Sometimes though we act like this walk is what matters the most. It isn’t. This life is the elliptical machine, not the real walk.
Similarly, we often make our lives the destination instead of the walk. We forget that life is just a motel room as we make the trek. Maybe some of us have circumstances in life that make our temporary inn an upscale model, but it is still just that—temporary. You don’t put down roots in a Motel 6. You don’t even put down roots in a Hilton. You certainly don’t file a change of address with the post office. And so our roots are not on this earth.
God wants this life to be good, but we need to remember that no matter how well life here may be going, it is still not the one that matters. There is another walk coming, a walk that is not a journey at all, but a permanent home in a paradise where God will once again visit his people just like He used to every evening in that original home he made. We make this walk every day, so we can take that one forever.
Yet you still have a few names in Sardis, people who have not soiled their garments, and they will walk with me in white for they are worthy. The one who conquers will be clothed thus in white garments, and I will never blot his name out of the Book of Life. I will confess his name before my Father and before his angels, Rev 3:3,4.
Dene Ward
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So Keith has bought me an elliptical machine. Actually this gadget is pretty neat. It tells me how many miles I have gone and how many calories I have burned, which is a little disappointing. Oh, for a workout that burns 500 calories in 20 minutes without making you feel like you might die any second!
But it’s not the same as walking outside. I miss the fresh air, the waves of wildflower colors in the field, the butterflies flitting across my path, the scent of jasmine wafting along in the breeze. I miss my little furry companions romping on ahead of this tortoise of a human. I will say this for the machine, though—it is a lot closer to the five mile jog I did some twenty-five years ago than the three mile stroll I have taken with the dogs in the past few years. Whew!
The apostle John called life a walk with God. If we walk in the light as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, 1 John 1:7. Enoch and Noah both walked with God in a faithful life, Gen 5:22; 6:9. Paul tells us The Lord is at hand, Phil 4:5. It does help us get through our trials to know he is with us constantly as we go.
Sometimes though we act like this walk is what matters the most. It isn’t. This life is the elliptical machine, not the real walk.
Similarly, we often make our lives the destination instead of the walk. We forget that life is just a motel room as we make the trek. Maybe some of us have circumstances in life that make our temporary inn an upscale model, but it is still just that—temporary. You don’t put down roots in a Motel 6. You don’t even put down roots in a Hilton. You certainly don’t file a change of address with the post office. And so our roots are not on this earth.
God wants this life to be good, but we need to remember that no matter how well life here may be going, it is still not the one that matters. There is another walk coming, a walk that is not a journey at all, but a permanent home in a paradise where God will once again visit his people just like He used to every evening in that original home he made. We make this walk every day, so we can take that one forever.
Yet you still have a few names in Sardis, people who have not soiled their garments, and they will walk with me in white for they are worthy. The one who conquers will be clothed thus in white garments, and I will never blot his name out of the Book of Life. I will confess his name before my Father and before his angels, Rev 3:3,4.
Dene Ward
(For hints, help, and instructions on using this blog, click on the FAQ/Tutorial page on the left sidebar)
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