Imagine a wealthy relation leaves you an inheritance, the scope of which is beyond your wildest imagination. Between the wealth and property he’s bequeathed, you’ve become one of the richest people on the planet. Delivered of your own debts and worries, his will stipulates one thing: that you help individuals out of their destruction too, using his funds. You follow his instructions, and in doing so, find a delight in helping to liberate people who were also trapped. Tapping endlessly into this bank account never leaves it overdrawn.
But along the way, the postman delivers a gadget to your home. It has buttons and lights up. While it adds little value to your life other than amusing you, you find yourself drawn to it more and more. At times, you even find it leaves you irritable. But mesmerized, you can’t tear yourself away from this new toy.
The executor of the will follows up and asks how you’re enjoying having access to such a lavish inheritance to right so many wrongs for people. Sheepishly, you admit that you’ve been so distracted playing with a toy in your living room, you’ve not done much with the inheritance. The executor is silent in disbelief. How could anyone in their right mind waste both their life and this coveted inheritance by forfeiting their waking hours playing with a goofy toy?
Is this not a picture of what we do with Christ?
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