Set Your Clocks BACK One Hour- This Sunday, November 1st!
Do you have a friend who’s always late? Me too. What about we keep the end of daylight savings time to ourselves and see if they arrive their usual forty-five minutes late to actually be fifteen minutes early—which as we all know in the south—is right on time.
It’s an idea . . .
I really have no room to talk. I don’t do well switching gears. I continually underestimate the time needed to end what I’m presently doing, prepare for, and be on time for the next thing. Even with Alexa, Cortina, and my iPhone to help with friendly ten-minute warnings, I tend to run late. Sorry.
However, I have no problem with the idea of arriving five to fifteen minutes late to a dinner party. It gives my host a bit of wiggle room for finishing touches. And it’s also nice to arrive with other guests so I’m not the only one at the party—or worse—one of those annoying early birds who wants to know, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Thank heaven I’m married to a man who is always ready to greet our guests and keep them entertained while I’m still struggling to keep the hollandaise from curdling.
One of the strangest “fall-backs” I ever experienced was the Sunday, long before the COVID lockdown, when I had everyone up, fed, dressed, and in the church parking lot an hour early. I knew our pastor had been terribly ill during the week and began to wonder if worship services had been canceled, and I’d missed the memo. As we continued to wait with no activity taking place, one of the kids piped up from the back seat.
“Mom, do you think we missed him?”
“You mean the pastor?”
“No. Jesus. Like in that movie, Left Behind?”
Scary thought. Thankfully, it was nothing more than a great opportunity for an impromptu Sunday School lesson but begs a question worth repeating: If Jesus came back, or you died today, would you go to heaven?”
That’s the question my friend, Judy Reed, asked me nearly forty years ago in her laundry room in Lubbock, Texas. At the time I said, “I guess so. I mean I go to church and I’ve been pretty good.” She lovingly explained those things were not what God requires for entrance into heaven. She told me I needed to have a personal relationship with Him through His Son, Jesus. I needed to invite Him into my heart and to take control of my life. When I asked her how, she said it was simple. All I had to do was have the desire to know Jesus, pray, and then by faith believe I was a child of God.
I’m thankful someone cared enough about me to ask me that question ,and hope you know it’s because I care about you that I’m bold enough to ask you the same thing. If you died today would you go to heaven?
I pray there’s no doubt in your mind—especially if you end up alone in the parking lot at church this Sunday. And in case you haven’t read the book or seen the movie, here are the Amazon links for Left Behind, along with the Bible addresses from the Word of God.
Link to the movie Left Behind starring Nicholas Cage
Link to the book, Left Behind by Tim LaHaye & Jerry B. Jenkins
