Safely Home

There are times that, when I read a book, I am so often reminded just how “well” we have it here in Canada. Not only financially, but also in terms of “freedom”. Reading “Safely Home” was one of those times. Now I have no idea why I did not decide to read this book sooner. But I thank Jesus that I did! It’s been sitting on my shelf for quite sometime. I am so glad that I have read it. It’s probably one of the best books that I have ever read.

As I was reading through the story, one thing that I kept on being reminded of was how easy it is to become complacent, not even necessarily in North America, but just in life in general. My greatest fears were constantly being pressed against as I was reading. Not “Where do I fit in?” but “What fruit am I bearing?” “Am I willing to die for Him?” “What sacrifices does He call me to make?”…..and so forth. Now if I were to be honest with myself, which I know, I don’t like to be. I would say that my desire, my first instinct, is to run away from these questions. Is to drown out these questions that seem to run through my head on a daily basis with the vast amount of distractions that living in a technologically advanced age, and a financially well-off situation has provided me. Whether that be facebook, iTunes, video games, or television. I know that if I were to be honest with myself, I do not want to face the answers I would see. For I know that they would leave me ashamed.

And yet, after reading this book, I am once again facing these questions. I am reminded that the answer is not found in who I think I am, what I do myself. Rather the answer lies, and has always been and always will be, who He is and what He does. I am reminded that Jesus is for me, for my joy, and for my life….and not the opposite. I am reminded that in Jesus, and only in Jesus can I truly be free, in whatever situation. I am reminded that it is not always the believers in prisons that are in captivity, but with our freedom, and material wealth…without proper perspective, we are the ones in chains. At some point, I forgot all this. I forgot that prayer was far more than talking to air, I forgot that God does not serve me, as if He owed me something (I don’t say it, but my attitude certainly reflects it).

Sometimes one of the most gripping questions that haunt me is “Did Jesus really save me, or am I just tricking myself?” This is a question I wrestle with from time to time, but it certainly comes in stronger during times when, I believe, Jesus is pulling my out of my own idiocy.  As it is right now, and I know I will wrestle with it in prayer for sometime. My only hope that I have is Jesus.

I am reminded that my life is not my own, it cannot be grasped tightly in hope that I can live a long time. When it’s my time to go, it is my time to go. And when it does come to an end, I really hope that my life has left a legacy worthy of He who breathed life into me. That even in my unworthiness to call Him, Abba, King and Saviour, what I did will bring Him glory.

“Real gold fears no fire” – Safely Home.

I certainly hope that when the time comes, that quote rings true. That the life that I live, have lived will serve as a testament to who He is, and what He has done.


PS: Pray for the persecuted church worldwide, as they pray for us. That the One we serve continue to strengthen them as they suffer for the Gospel.


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