Are you fit?
– No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.
Following Jesus Christ is no easy task.
Honestly, to leave your family and friends behind and not look back is a tall order for most. Not that you leave them physically or stop talking to them and spending time with them. But to put Jesus Christ and the expansion of God’s Kingdom first, and not look back even to consider how you might appear to the world, or what the consequences might be, takes a tenacity.
Strength and resolve are necessary to step on the path behind the plow and move forward focusing your eyes on Jesus.
As a result, the family and friends that once believed in you and supported you may suddenly think you have lost it. Unfortunately, not having eyes to SEE, ears to HEAR, and a whole mind to UNDERSTAND, your family and friends may deem to incompetent. Knowing this, will you still step behind the plow and not look back, if you hear Jesus call you?
Even my bosom friend who I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted his heal against me.
How many fail to open scripture and even seek?
Do you hear the whisper and ignore it?
How many see God’s movement – the absence of coincidence, and discount it?
It has not been easy – I have suffered, soared, lost, gained, fell, stood up, experience unimaginable joy, felt unexplained pain, took a left turn and tripped, rose, dredged a new path, and it has gone on WAY TOO LONG!
From now on let no one cause trouble for me, for I bear on my body the brand-marks of Jesus.
Are you fit?
Over the years, I have had many physical manifestations of Christ and a few have become brand-marks of Jesus. For example, A scar in the shape of a sickle on my left wrist. In addition, I have a scar in the center of my right hand that is a circle the size of a nail. Moreover, the scars happened during my walk with Jesus, and I consider them my battle wounds. Above all, A battle for God’s Kingdom.
More recently, while in Rome, as I left the Vatican, I fell to my knees while crossing the street and ended up with an open wound in the shape of a heart. I didn’t see that pothole in the road. I was busy enjoying the scenery. Sometimes in life, that’s just the way it is.
The heart turned purple.