Thursday, June 24, 2021

The Only Essential Thing

Over the past 18 months or so, there has been a great deal of talk about what is considered “essential.” The saddest part about the whole mess is that what we now consider “essential” isn't as much “essential” as it is “preferred.” We prefer a desired outcome so we label it an “essential” so that we get our way. The problem is that doing this makes us solely reliant on and focused on ourselves. We even go as far as to put God in this very same box and bend his word to our own will rather than us bending ourselves to his will. I am not talking about business and the economy but even in that arena this still rings true. We have become so reliant on the world economy that our nation suffers because of a drought in a foreign country. We have become so reliant on the Federal government that our states suffer amidst national crisis. We have become so reliant on state government and the economy that we can't function when there is a toilet paper shortage or a run on the meat market. This is NOT a politcal devotion but rather a call to spiritual independence. As we approach the 4th of July Celebrations, lets keep our eyes, ears, minds, and hearts focused on the only one who is truly essential. Lets focus on the only things that are truly essential. As Christians, for us the only truly essential person is Jesus and the only things that we need are his word and constant communication with him. God's word tells us that we are to seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all the other stuff will be added to us. In other words, if we put God first, make him essential, then whatever needs we have he will meet them. So, my advice would be that we begin to pray, continue to pray, & then pray some more. Open up the channels of communication between you and God and begin the process of making him the only essential need that you have and he will fill in the rest. 


Original Poem: Endless Dream

 In yonder church, where shadows linger deep, The echoes fade, and ancient pillars weep, Where hymns once soared like larks in tranquil flig...