What Matters Most in Life?
“From One Christian to Another…”
Have you ever thought of what matters most in life? Especially in the light of eternity. You see, this life isn’t the only thing. There’s another life beyond the grave and it goes on forever. In comparison to this life, our existence is a dot in a long continuum.
A Solitary Life Can Increase Self-Centeredness
It’s so easy in America to get caught up in petty things. I’m single and living alone as a widow. I can have my own schedule, my own priorities each day irrespective of others. All of this leads to extreme selfishness and self-centeredness. It becomes a battle to consider others.
I can spend my money the way I want, but am I using it wisely? I used to walk the mall for my exercise and it was a huge temptation because I was passing store windows of the latest fashions….I confess I love to shop. You might say I have a shopping addiction. Nothing cheers me up like going to the mall and buying another cute blouse that I don’t really need. When I get home, I chide myself and the pleasure is short lived. My sons called me the “Return Queen” because I return so many things. I bring them home and determine if they are really something I want to add to my wardrobe. The right color for my complexion? The right style? I know I’ll be so ashamed to admit on Judgment Day all the time I’ve wasted on this….
Waste of Time
My other utter waste of time is watching TV. When you live alone, you eat in front of the TV. It becomes your companion. Your access to the outside world….When my husband was dying almost 10 years ago, I began watching Turner Classic Movies. Many times I was interrupted and didn’t get to see the end. After his death, I had all the time to watch the endings. And then I just kept watching. Now it’s hard for me to find a movie I haven’t watched. What will Jesus say when I see Him face to face?
Comfort is King
We all make rationalizations for how we spend our time. Comfort is king. I can say, “Well, I’m in my 70s now. I’m getting older. I want to buy clothes while I can still wear them.” And yet, it’s all vanity.
When I lived in my husband’s remote village in Africa, I realized how much we have in this country. Our wealth blinds us. It overwhelms us. We take it for granted.
Help Us Do Better, Lord
Jesus’ kingdom means more than our success. More than our comfort. Someday we must give an account. Help me do better, Lord.
Blessings on your journey of faith, anita
Beyond Myself: The Farm Girl & the African Chief
I describe my journey of faith in my memoir of my love story. During the 1960s, I married my anthropology professor who was a hereditary African Chief of the Mende tribe in West Africa. This led me to visit Africa a number of times and live in his remote village for a year with our 3 boys doing lay missionary work. I certainly didn’t do things perfectly. And yet, the Lord has been so gracious in my life! I can only praise and thank Him!