I don’t normally post twice in one day, but today is an exception 🙂 I just finished reading the last chapter of “Life is Not a Dress Rehearsal” by Sheri Rose Shepherd , and it is so good that I want to share it with you all…and ask that you truly think about what it says. I know for me personally, taking every chance I get to witness and tell others of what God has done for me, is definitely something I need to work on.
Life is Not a Dress Rehearsal
“Every day, each of us gets only one chance to live for Christ. The opportunities we have to witness for Him that day will never come again. We can’t keep waiting for something big to happen. It’s happening now, as you read this.
If the curtain comes down and this is your last day, will you go to heaven? Are you sure? God tells us there’s only one way to heaven, and He made it possible for us to get there by sending His only Son to die so that we might live. (Read John 3:16-17.)
I heard a true story that gives some sense of the sacrifice God made for me. There was a man who worked on a drawbridge, lowering it when trains were scheduled to come across, but otherwise keeping it raised so ships could pass underneath.
The father had one child, a son, whom he loved bringing to work with him. Every day they would visit together in the tiny cab high on the bridge where the controls were. They ate lunch together and watched boats go by underneath them.
One day the man heard the whistle of a train. An unscheduled express was barreling down the track, headed for the drawbridge at full speed. He ran to the controls to lower the bridge, but as he looked out the window, he saw his young son had fallen in the gear mechanism. His mind raced frantically for a solution, but he knew there wasn’t time to rescue the boy and lower the bridge.
This left the man with a horrible choice. He could leave the bridge up, saving his son and killing hundreds of passengers on the train, or he could lower the bridge, crushing his son in the gears but allowing the train to cross safely.
With his trembling hands gripping the lever that would, in an instant, be both an instrument of salvation and of destruction, he looked through tear-filled eyes, casting one last look down at his only son. Then he closed his eyes, turned his head, and pulled the lever that lowered the bridge. As the train went by, he saw passengers inside talking, eating, reading newspapers, or napping, completely unaware of the sacrifice he had made so they could live.
Every day, so many of us take life for granted, never giving God a thought, never acknowledging that He allowed His Son to die so we could live eternally in heaven with Him. There was no other way to save us. The cross is no longer a symbol of death and sacrifice; it is a symbol of life everlasting. That is a sacrifice we cannot afford to waste. Every day counts. There is no rehearsal. There is only the daily reality of the cross, our salvation – and God’s infinite love.
Who’s running the show in your life so far? You or the One who created you? If you were to leave this life today, what would you be remembered for? What would you wish you had done, or wish you hadn’t done? Does anyone in your life today need to hear you say, “Thank you,” “I love you,” or “I’m sorry?”