Way back in January, I started a "Read the Bible in a year" plan. And here it is September and I'm still on track! Woo hoo!
Anyway, I just finished the book of Ezekiel. And it makes me a little ashamed of myself.
This poor man had visions. Prophesies from God that he was commanded by the Most High to share with those he was sent to. And I'm not talking about little things, either. For twenty-two years, this man had visions of death and destruction: valleys filled with blood. Littered with bodies. Skeletons being reformed into living beings. Crazy, weird, scary visions.
He did strange things to get the attention of those he was sent to warn. Eating scrolls. Lying on his side for months while bound in ropes. Shaving his head, measuring his hair, and burning it.
And does the Bible ever say that he pulled the covers over his head and hid from God? No. Did he ever say, "Gee God - you know, I'm not really a horror movie kind of guy. Could you send these visions to someone else please?"
No. He endured these awful visions, over and over. And he went where he was commanded and did what he was told. He was obedient to God and told all those wicked people what he saw. Because God said so.
Has God asked you to do something? Revealed His call for your life? Maybe you did it for a while and got tired. So you quit. Or maybe you never stepped up to the plate at all.
I know I'm guilty. I have half-finished projects tucked into nooks and crannies at my house. I have partially written books and proposals on my hard drive. And after putting my experiences and excuses beside those of Ezekiel, I really have no excuse at all.
What God has asked of me so far hasn't really been that tough. So what's my problem?
Something to think about...