Go and sell all you have and follow Me.
How much more clear can a call get? There are no terms and conditions. No fine print. No sub-clauses and addenda. No contracts. It isn’t “Let’s make a Deal” or “The Price is Right”.
Follow Me.
But get rid of all your crap first.
Sell it. Give the money to the poor.
No man can serve two masters…You cannot serve God and Wealth.
No man can serve two masters, but God knows we try. But it cannot be done.
It is hard for you to kick against the goads
We are all stubborn mules. We want our own way. Our own control. To be in charge.
There is a way that seems right to man.
And if we follow it, we get what we deserve.
Let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me
What part do I not understand?
The call is clear, my foolishness is apparent.
Lay aside every weight
All my crap must go. Everything that hinders.
For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. (2Co 4:17-18)
How can I try and hold God’s call in one hand and weigh it against the things I think I love in this world.
Then I try to put them both in my pants pockets.
God doesn’t fit in the one and the mass of stuff in the other pocket makes my pants fall down embarrassing us both.
You have a hard time walking with dignity with your pants at your knees. And don’t even try to run.
Let us run with endurance the race
Not shuffle, saunter, stroll, sashay, mosey, walk, crawl, amble, jog, hop, skip, jump.
We are called to run.
I hate running. Running is for emergencies.
But run I must.
The call is clear.
I can avoid it no longer. No more playing Jonah. No more hiding.
I am sick of it anyways. And I think I have made Him sick too.
You’re not cold, you’re not hot—far better to be either cold or hot!
You’re stale. You’re stagnant. You make me want to vomit.
Lukewarm…like stale bread, spoiled milk or yesterday’s soup.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
His grace is all I need. His power is what I can depend on. Everything else is crap, trash, scum. It’s that simple.
Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ (Philippians 3:8)
