James was the half brother of Jesus and a pillar of the first-century church. As our country seems to be imploding with self-proclaimed leaders, pride-induced tantrums, and just plain foolishness, the book of James speaks incredible truths that sound so different from the cacophony filling our airwaves and minds today.
Wisdom, teachings regarding humility, the futility of words without works when it comes to living out our Faith, the reality of our fleeting existence. All of it comes through with the deep resonance found in the voice of James Earl Jones, the Holy Spirit is calling out to us.
My heart aches for the evidence of maturity that seems so lost in our day. The ability to care for others in humility and near secret, because it was the act of love for another God-carved person than for the spotlight and the sound bite.
I spend much of my time shaking my head in sadness at the “children” throwing sand at each other’s face and wondering what kind of legacy their behavior will bring. I wonder at what my grandchildren will think of this generation. We, the grandchildren of the Greatest Generation, who seem to fritter away all of the true character traits for the fleeting enjoyment that comes from a drive-thru experience.
I am ashamed. I am heart broken. I wonder what God must be thinking. Is this the kind of behavior that made Him sad and disappointed in Genesis 6?
I pray as our country continues to tick the moments away like a bomb, that those who are truly seeking God’s plan and purpose will spend time on their faces before the Heavenly Throne.
This maybe the End Times, or the events leading up to it… Regardless, this is the time to cry out in repentance, to ask forgiveness for what we have allowed as believers in the name of “not that big a deal” and not wanting to make a scene.
We have been Laodiocia and we are now reaping the whirlwind for it.
Come, Lord Jesus.