Teresa Poucher
I have arrived; I am officially a senior. Like most people at this age, I’ve begun taking inventory of my life. What have I accomplished? It doesn’t bother me that I’ve never had a high-paying job, maybe because I didn’t have a higher education. Sometimes, what the world calls success is vanity. King Solomon speaks of this in the first chapter of Ecclesiastes.
I’m thinking about a familiar passage in Luke 16. You know it — the rich man and Lazarus, a poor beggar. The story is quite sad. Lazarus died, and angels carried him unto Abraham. The rich man dies as well, but he is tormented in hell. If that’s not bad enough, the once well-off rich man pleads for just a drop of water. Now it’s too late, but he prays. Send someone to my brothers so they don’t end up here.
I don’t plan on dying anytime soon; only God knows. Yet I have decided, it doesn’t matter what I have; it’s what I’ve done with what I have. I have time, time to invest. What am I going to invest in, you ask? In prayer, for souls. That I would hear the cry of the hungry, that God would anoint my eyes with the eyesalve spoken of in Revelation 3:18. The only thing that matters is that my relationship with Jesus will make a difference in someone else’s life.
“Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.” (Psalms 71:18)
Our prayers and the Word of God will not fade. I’m going to invest my time in prayer and the Word of God. It’s a sure thing.
The Warrior’s Heart Cry 