Excuses Only Satisfy Those Who Make Them

In the hope and prayer of 2 Corinthians 7:10-11

Too busy?

So I come home after an exhausting day of work, and there is only more to be done around the house. I just want to get it all done and lay my head down and go to sleep.

“Honey, come here, I have to tell you something amazing.”

“Sorry babe, I have so much to do.”

“Could you just give me a hug and let me know that you love me and that you are still here?”

“I just want to finish this work. It’s not you. It’s not me. It’s this work; there is so much of it. Maybe one day things will slow down and we will have time to remember each other.”

Too busy? Please! To read a chapter in scripture takes less than five minutes. Too busy? When you lay your head down at night, sacrifice five minutes; to hard? Your call is not to leisure, or entertainment, or rest, but to carry a cross!

“There just isn’t any time GOD”

“I gave you time. I invented it. I own it. If you don’t want to use it to know and glorify ME, I think I’ll take it back…now!”

The scary thought is not that HE may take our lives, but that He may continue to allow us to live them as they are, walking deaths. Sin darkens, blinds, and binds. His punishment may be to let us fall into deeper sin, deeper darkness, and deeper bondage. He may allow our gluttonous feast on this world and self to continue so that we slowly eat ourselves to death. To busy…please!


It has been an exciting day, and there is more to come. We are going to have chicken parmesan and 24 comes on tonight.

“Honey, come here, I have to tell you something tragic.”

“Sorry babe, this food is so good, yummm! I don’t want to ruin this day. It has been too great, and 24 is getting ready to come on.”

Boring? Please! Do you exercise because it is entertaining? Oh, you may think the elderly man on the treadmill across from you with his quirky habits is entertaining, but the exercise itself, no. you exercise for joy. The joy of health, accomplishment, and fitness. Do you shower for entertainment? Yet there is often a joy that accompanies the feeling of being clean.

The Bible is not a novel. It was not meant to be read as a page turner. You were meant to meditate on it, pray through it. It is not here for entertainment, it is here for your eternal joy.

Maybe God is punishing us by allowing us to entertain ourselves to death. We may die to find out we never really lived. We just looked at other people’s fascinating lives on the “one eyed demon with a forked tail” and wished we were as spectacular as them. People that get out and exercise and shower are not boring. It is the 30 year old chap who still lives with his parents and plays video games all day. He is both scary and his life incredibly boring.

Already ate?

“Bethany, could you feed me. No better yet, that is too much work, could you chew it for me first. Birds do it for their young”

“1) You are not a bird. 2) You are not a young.”

As the bird grows it needs more nourishment and nutrition than its mother can provide. It must spread its wings and hunt. How embarrassing would it be for your mother to whip out the baby food at a restaurant and feed you? Church cannot be your only spiritual meal. You will rot and decay spiritually if this is the case.


This is beautiful.

Not the death, but the relationship; the way that death could not sour it, could not defeat it, could not ruin it, could not kill it.  Death did not kill their relationship!

Sin is what makes death ugly. But Jesus took care of this. He died once upon a time. Not only did He die, but God the Father placed all our sins upon HIM (Isaiah 53:6). it was the Father’s will to crush Him, put HIM to grief, and make His soul an offering for sin (53:10) Jesus went along with this, and He did it with joy. The Father was pleased and willed it, and the Son had joy in it (Hebrews 12:2).  Because death did not kill!

Only Jesus can make death so beautiful.

It is not the enemy.

It is not the end.

It is a door.

Death brings life like we have never known. A life that is so alive it is sure to make life as we now know it to appear death.

The enjoyment of God is the only happiness with which our souls can be satisfied. To go to heaven, fully to enjoy God is infinitely better than the most pleasant accommodations here. Fathers and mothers, husbands, wives, or children, or the company of earthly friends, are but shadows; God is the substance. These are but scattered beams, but God is the sun. These are but streams. But God is the ocean.  –  Jonathan Edwards