I realized something yesterday. If I would die. Today. At this very moment. What on earth would I say to Jesus when he asked me to give an account of my life.
I think it would be something like this:
After I stumble fractions of words out and after I rack my brain for a while.
I think all I could do was apologize.
I mean I guess I could say I read my bible almost every day... but that didn't really stop me from breaking the rules I read.
And I guess I could say I helped inner city kids with their homework every monday. But acts with out love is nothing... and im pretty sure hooking up with girls the same night isn't loving people.
And I guess I could say I beat an addiction. Kind of. I mean atleast I stopped looking at the stuff. But I can't say my mind is free from lust.
And I went on missions trips! But never really took the time to love the people on them.
And I had every intention of going to amsterdam. But I guess that doesn't count does it?
So in the end. All I would say is sorry.
Sorry for living like Jesus gave me an eternity. When I know full well he doesn't promise a single day.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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