Practice
I couldn’t wait to get my driver’s license. My bicycle was my primary means of transportation, combined with rides bummed off my brother (who was not all that happy to comply); a license represented freedom. My homebound days were numbered.
I’m imagining someone opening 15-year-old me’s wallet, pulling out a driver’s license with my name and picture on it, and saying, Gee, it was here the whole time! Obviously, not a perfect illustration – I didn’t know how to actually drive a car – but the anticipation part works.
I’ve known Christians over the years who had a resigned attitude of, Well, this is the best it gets this side of heaven – I’m just waiting until then… Wow – talk about missing the point! From what Neil’s showing us, this life is practice for the next part! Maybe we are learning how to drive the car, after all.
May I be quick to see today’s struggles as strength training for eternity.
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