
One of my mentors in the faith recently pointed out the fact that, if one is going to have a blog, one needs to consistently post on that blog, in order to keep followers of said blog coming back to read. I confess I have been lax in fulfilling that self-imposed obligation in recent weeks. This is mostly due to my life becoming more and more busy over the past month or so. That's not an excuse; it's just a fact. Reflection on this condition reminded me of a devotional I read some time ago. I don't recall the exact wording, but the general idea still rings true.
The writer suggested that the word "busy" was actually an acronym. The letters B.U.S.Y. stood for (B)ound (U)nder (S)atan's (Y)oke. I'll expound on this idea after giving some background on my experiences.
I was saved some time during my pre-teen years. It was on February 4th, and I wish I could remember the exact year. I wrote it on a calendar shortly thereafter, but that calendar has long since disappeared. So did my church attendance, not long afterward. For years, I struggled with living in the world yet not being of the world with little to no guidance. I had accepted the gift of eternal life, yet I had no idea how to live for the Lord. It was not until my family and I moved to Oxford in the summer of 2008 that things began to turn around.
I was generally a lazy guy during that time. I did whatever it took to get the job done when necessary, but oftentimes "getting the job done" required only minimal effort, so that's all I put forth. I can't recall ever being truly busy (i.e. going non-stop) during those years. It was the local AWANA program that drew me to First Baptist Church. I found myself in a Wednesday evening prayer service after having taken my son to AWANA, and for reasons only the Holy Spirit could explain, I kept coming back.
In April of 2009, for the first time ever, I felt the need to be in a church building on Good Friday. I found myself knocking on the pastor's office door, and we talked for a solid hour. I walked away with a glow in my heart and a Directions Discipleship book in my hands. God changed my life over the course of the 18 weeks the pastor took to lead me through that book. Finally, I had simple, concise instructions for being a disciple of Jesus Christ. I committed my life to serving God during the very first week of study, not having any idea where that commitment would lead me.
Before the year was over, I found myself standing in an airport in São Paulo, Brazil, waiting on a vaguely familiar face to appear, not knowing the local language, not knowing what on Earth I was doing there, for nearly 2 hours. After having exhausted all possible avenues of rescue, I finally prayed. My contacts appeared less than 2 minutes later. God had already taught me obedience through discipleship. He used this first mission trip to teach me total dependence on Him.
Am I busy today? You better believe it. I have things in the home to take care of: Family, dishes, laundry, meals, shopping, bills. I have things at work to take care of: Projects, meetings, pseudo-emergencies. I have things at church to take care of: Song leading, choir, AWANA, doctrines class. I have school things to take care of: Studies, tests, reading. How can I possibly get all this done on my own?
The answer is simple. I can't. I get up every morning and pray. I admit to the Lord that I can't do it without Him. I ask for the tools I need: strength, wisdom, patience, perseverance. I ask Him to help me accomplish what must be done.
Do I feel "bound under Satan's yoke"? Some days, I wonder if I might be. Most of the time, though, I tend to believe that God is using this time in my life to stretch me and to train me for service to come. For that, I praise His name!
PS- If you're looking for me this evening, sorry. I'm...BUSY! The AWANA camp-out is tonight!
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-30
The writer suggested that the word "busy" was actually an acronym. The letters B.U.S.Y. stood for (B)ound (U)nder (S)atan's (Y)oke. I'll expound on this idea after giving some background on my experiences.
I was saved some time during my pre-teen years. It was on February 4th, and I wish I could remember the exact year. I wrote it on a calendar shortly thereafter, but that calendar has long since disappeared. So did my church attendance, not long afterward. For years, I struggled with living in the world yet not being of the world with little to no guidance. I had accepted the gift of eternal life, yet I had no idea how to live for the Lord. It was not until my family and I moved to Oxford in the summer of 2008 that things began to turn around.
I was generally a lazy guy during that time. I did whatever it took to get the job done when necessary, but oftentimes "getting the job done" required only minimal effort, so that's all I put forth. I can't recall ever being truly busy (i.e. going non-stop) during those years. It was the local AWANA program that drew me to First Baptist Church. I found myself in a Wednesday evening prayer service after having taken my son to AWANA, and for reasons only the Holy Spirit could explain, I kept coming back.
In April of 2009, for the first time ever, I felt the need to be in a church building on Good Friday. I found myself knocking on the pastor's office door, and we talked for a solid hour. I walked away with a glow in my heart and a Directions Discipleship book in my hands. God changed my life over the course of the 18 weeks the pastor took to lead me through that book. Finally, I had simple, concise instructions for being a disciple of Jesus Christ. I committed my life to serving God during the very first week of study, not having any idea where that commitment would lead me.
Before the year was over, I found myself standing in an airport in São Paulo, Brazil, waiting on a vaguely familiar face to appear, not knowing the local language, not knowing what on Earth I was doing there, for nearly 2 hours. After having exhausted all possible avenues of rescue, I finally prayed. My contacts appeared less than 2 minutes later. God had already taught me obedience through discipleship. He used this first mission trip to teach me total dependence on Him.
Am I busy today? You better believe it. I have things in the home to take care of: Family, dishes, laundry, meals, shopping, bills. I have things at work to take care of: Projects, meetings, pseudo-emergencies. I have things at church to take care of: Song leading, choir, AWANA, doctrines class. I have school things to take care of: Studies, tests, reading. How can I possibly get all this done on my own?
The answer is simple. I can't. I get up every morning and pray. I admit to the Lord that I can't do it without Him. I ask for the tools I need: strength, wisdom, patience, perseverance. I ask Him to help me accomplish what must be done.
Do I feel "bound under Satan's yoke"? Some days, I wonder if I might be. Most of the time, though, I tend to believe that God is using this time in my life to stretch me and to train me for service to come. For that, I praise His name!
PS- If you're looking for me this evening, sorry. I'm...BUSY! The AWANA camp-out is tonight!
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-30
