Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to your ears, my God and King.
SEA OF SOULS
Silhouetted against the starlit sky, a lone boat forged its way through the sea of corpses in the frigid Atlantic waters. The dim flashlight scanned the faces of the frozen bodies, searching for a sign – any sign of life, while a lone voice called from within the boat: “can anybody hear me? Are any still alive?” The waters were unusually still as the reality of the situation struck the heart of the sailor. “We’ve come too late.” Of the hundreds of bodies that were once kept alive only by the hope that the “light in the distance” – the glowing lanterns of the nearby lifeboats, would return and find them living, only a few were saved.
Only one boat had returned. The rest had remained in the near-distance: listening as the crying souls were silenced by the cold air, listening as baby’s cries diminished with the passing of time; watching as thrashing bodies were stilled by the coldness of death, watching as bodies slipped away from all they once clung to and disappeared forever into the black abyss of the sea.
Lord – I feel the weight of this spiritual truth in my heart and yet I fear it. Those of us who are saved have been unwilling to return to the mass of dying souls and search for those who are waiting for salvation. Will we watch as they fight the futile battle alone – knowing we have the only salvation available? Will we listen as they cry to the barely visible light in the distance, and will we not draw near to them and enter the mass of spiritual corpses to rescue the one living?
Let us not return too late. Let us not wait too long. Let us not rest in the comfort of our salvation while the masses are drowning.
Lord I need you to transfer your heart to me! I am near to realizing the dire situation of the unsaved, yet my heart has not fully accepted the weight of their reality or of my responsibility. I am distracted from seeking first your kingdom. Lord make my reluctant heart willing.
I am 25. Yet who knows how “old” I truly am because you could take me or return at any time. I NEED, desperately WANT – You to intervene in my life and make me a vessel of your hope and light to the perishing. I’ve lived too long and wasted too much time already.
Change me now. Let your 25th birthday gift to me be a changed heart and changed actions in line with your call. This all sounds pretty and poetic on paper, but in the reality is blood and guts. Let me follow through in action what you’ve poured out through me on paper.
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