Wake Up

This is it. The big one. I've been meaning to write this post for a long while and now is the time. My Doctor Who soundtrack is pumping and my mind is fresh off encouraging conversation with peers, so here we go.

My friends. We are all asleep. We have been saved by the eternal Creator when we should have been thrown into the deepest corner of hell. We have been given the most powerful mercy to have ever graced the earth. We spit at God and He picked us up and said: "I want you." We turned our backs on Him and he walked around to our front and said: "I will never forsake you". But ladies and gentlemen, this is not enough for us in our sick, twisted hearts. We lounge about in our salvation. Complacent in impossible grace. We are asleep in faith. It's time for us to wake up.
Wake up because we still have friends in danger of hell fire.
Wake up because we cannot sleepwalk the streets of gold.
Wake up because one does not sleep in the presence of their Everything.
We walk halls with Christ and tell others with our actions that He is not ours. We are closer friends with our sin then with our Savior. We encourage what is evil, encourage foul language, laugh at what God detests, allow pornography to be a flippant joke. I want to hate all of these things. But I don't always. And I hate that I don't always hate them. Oh, sure right now I do. But tomorrow I will walk down those halls with my eyes blind to Christ and my spirit open to all that defiles Him. I am a sleepwalker. And without being too debby-downer, can I say, we all are? All of us. Walking down the halls like zombies. Feeding off the evil of each other when Christ stands by, beckoning us to Himself. He stands at the door and knocks. May that knock be your alarm clock. Christ is calling us to a life that is already aligned to His plan. Just accept it. Live your life till your empty. Drain the tank and coast through the gates. Do not idle through as though it is something we deserved. At the end of a run, a runner gives it his all, not because it's easy, but because the finish line is in sight and all the crowd is there, ready to accept him and congratulate him. And so he sprints, he gives all he has because the end is near. My friends, Christ was our final mile marker, His resurrection was what gave the world hope. So start sprinting. Not for your own glory, because one marathoner in a sea of thousands is not held above another. Point it to God. Let Him fill you and use you to bring the world to Himself. We give our strings to God and watch as He puts on the Show, as He wakes us from our dormancy and raises the broken to life.

Ephesians 5 sums up exactly what I'm trying to say here. Perfect.

Let there be no filthiness nor foolish talk nor crude joking, which are out of place, but instead let there be thanksgiving. For you may be sure of this, that everyone who is sexually immoral or impure, or who is covetous (that is, an idolater), has no inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. Therefore do not become partners with them; for at one time you were darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of light is found in all that is good and right and true), and try to discern what is pleasing to the Lord. Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them. For it is shameful even to speak of the things that they do in secret. But when anything is exposed by the light, it becomes visible, for anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says,

“Awake, O sleeper,
and arise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.”

Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.