Do you remember when you first believed?  How did you know it was your time to be moved into the Kingdom of God?  Were you in trouble, like me, did your life depend upon Jesus saving you?  Or was it a subtle salvation, one borne of a good family, church attendance and scriptural understanding?

For me it was Him.  I couldn’t imagine someone so unselfish, someone who had no cause to love me the way He did, giving all so that I might live.

Do you remember that boy, girl, man or woman you were?  Where are you now?  How glorious the transformation in the Potter’s Hand.  Who have you become?  Someone totally different or can you still see the rough edges.

Have you yet found purpose, practiced your spiritual gifts or brought someone to Christ? How are your Bible Studies?  Have you shown yourself approved, ready to rightly divide the Word or give a solid defense of your faith?  Or have you dawdled, leaving the bulk of the work to your brethren?  What keeps moving you or have the fire in your lamp also dwindled?

What would rekindle that light or have you cast a basket, blanket or curtain of excuse upon it?  Jesus knocks.  He loves each of us completely, waiting for that moment when we reach out to Him for relationship.  I don’t know about you but I cannot run, avoid or willingly stay away from someone who loved me enough to die for me.  Especially, a God who waits even now for the time when we might spend eternity together talking in the cool of day.  Come King Jesus, if you must tarry for my younger brothers and sisters, I understand.  Perhaps it will give me the opportunity to show you how much I love you, while I am here.