Galatians 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Let me tell you a funny little story. An old mountaineer and his wife were sitting by the fireplace one evening, passing the time in silence. After a while, the wife broke the stillness and said, “Jed, I think it’s raining. Go outside and check, will ya?”
Jed stared into the fire a bit longer, sighed, and replied, “Aw Ma, why don’t we just call in the dog and see if he’s wet.”
Now, doesn’t that sound familiar? Sometimes we can get a little lazy, don’t we?
But let me tell you about someone who wasn’t lazy—John Wesley. This man traveled 250,000 miles on horseback, averaging twenty miles a day for forty years. He preached 4,000 sermons, wrote 400 books, and learned ten languages. And get this: at eighty-three, he was frustrated he couldn’t write more than fifteen hours a day without straining his eyes! By eighty-six, he was upset he could only preach twice a day and even complained in his diary about “sleeping in” until 5:30 a.m.
Mow, if Wesley wasn’t bored at eighty-six, why should we be? Let’s take inspiration from his dedication and make the most of today. Let’s ask God what He wants us to do and dive in with all we’ve got—because there’s plenty of work to be done, and every bit of it matters for His glory!
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While most read the story of Jonah focusing on Jonah’s journey, I want to pause and examine the lives of the pagan sailors. What a journey they were on! We see the hand of God touching them providentially through Jonah’s disobedience. Talk about God bringing good from evil.
Jonah now acknowledges that God put him where he is, and he accepts His discipline. “Sheol” is the “grave”, the “pit” or the “abode of the dead”. Did Jonah die, or was he only nearly dead from three days of fish stomach acid, and little or no air? The text doesn’t say; only that if he didn’t actually leave his body, he came as close as a man can get to it; three days worth. In this nebulous and miserable place Jonah cried out, probably from the deepest depths of his agonized soul…he cried out to the Lord.