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Friday, March 9, 2012

The Eleventh Hour

It was a Thursday evening as I snuggled up in my cozy bed after a day of work.

Cozy, safe, snug... I love warm beds on cold nights.

My sleep was soon interrupted by some noise in the house and a soft glow of light filtering in through the crack in my doorway. The muffled voice of Mom on the phone faded in and out as I rolled over.

Soon she was by my side - "Dad... flat tire... stripped nut" the words were barely registering as I tried to open my eyes. With uncooperative eyelids and a mind barely taking in reality, I wasn't making a very good candidate for sympathy. At that moment I wished I was dreaming - anything but reality, please, let it be just a bad dream - to have to wake up now.... no, not a good idea. Every nerve, fiber, muscle, and tissue of my body said "sleep" and my brain wasn't doing too good a job at changing that. And, to think of driving for an hour in this state... in my mind, that spelled disaster.

I glanced at my watch - 11:37pm.

Nope. Not happening.

But then, it was as if there was a burst of energy thrust into the frontal lobe of my brain. Will power kicked in as I realized that we had to go - there wasn't really any other choice and that meant waking up. "Let's go Mom, this will be an adventure"

And we were off...



But it wasn't until we were blazing down the road through the quiet hills of TN, and as soft lights of town began to grow increasingly brighter and more frequent, that it hit me...

The eleventh hour.... it's the hardest time to wake up. How do I know? Well, two times I've been slammed to my senses at this unreasonable time and both times it was like battling with an elephant.

So hard to wake up... but why?

Perhaps because it is easy to just continue living my life the same way I always have. I mean really, when was the last time I hugged the homeless man on the street corner, or spent some time with Elvis, my paralyzed friend down the road? How often have I taken the time to love, to give, to be the hands of feet of the One who gave it all for me? Will I give all - really?

Or, maybe I'm finding my bed to be quite cozy and inviting... maybe complacency comes with a pillow, a comforter, and a soft mattress.

The eleventh hour - so hard to wake up...

... there isn't much time until midnight.

~~~

"And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light." Romans 13:11-12



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