Ashes

Saturday I had lots of time to listen.  Well I don't have much to say anymore in a crowd of strangers, much less to myself.  So I listen.

What unterests people?
What fills their time?
I have no life, so I watch and listen ..

Stock
Donald Trump
Immigration
Crime
Real Estate
Sports
Cars
etc

Lots of cares and concerns of this world.  No one asked another how they are doing - much less, if they had prayer needs.  Even more remote the possibilities - that no, I do not want to sue anyone over my leg loss!  grrrrrrrr!!!!!

And I thought on all of these blatant display of Sunday Christianity in my little burg ....

If you are normal, you have already dismissed my last statement ...  We do not worry about Christian "stuff" on a Saturday night, at a Mexican celebration, in a room full of strangers!  No, Sundays are good enough - and after, it is not like anything "un-christian" was going on.

Yet, in contrast, we are supposed to be living our Christian faith ...
Why?
Because all - everything we do, will be and think is to be "tried by fire".  What is left is what you will be rewarded for.  What is burned up, well that was your wasted effort ... just ashes is what are left.  Of hope, dreams, desires, foolishness - poof!  Up in smoke ...  Bonfire of our failures.

And I thought about this szitting there - trying to view each person as a pile ashes ...

There ius little I can do anymore: pray for my failures, write my thought in this little blog, and try to be a witness - for I am slow of mind and tongue now.

I bowed my head and quietly gave thanks for the meal.  Not much but hoped that others might see, think and follow by example ...  Nope.  Not even the pastors in the room made any sign of interrupting their celebration and chowing down on carne asada ....

My town needs to experience Jesus, face to face.  What Christians whom are here need to experience revival!  I  just pray God does move and will not use the "smack down" precursor to His moving ...