2 Corinthians 5:10 - For we must all appear before the
judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive what is due to him for the
things done while in the body, whether good or bad. (NIV)
It began with a typical Sunday afternoon in 1959 when I was 12 years old. We had
company, and the house was bustling with noisy children playing and adults
talking, women's voices in concert with the men's. At some point amid the fun
and laughter, I suddenly froze with the sickening realization that I had
forgotten about an essay that was due in the morning -- a character study from
the book Treasure Island -- an assignment that I had put off and was now facing
the consequences of going to school with my homework not done!
I knew I couldn't do it after our company left, because staying up past bedtime
was not allowed. So, I did the only thing I could do: I got a sheet of paper and
a pen and sat down at the kitchen table. Trying to ignore the noise and movement
and interruptions around me, I dashed off a character study of Long John Silver.
I didn't have time to polish it or edit it, and I felt guilty handing it in the
next day, knowing how little time I had spent on it.
On Tuesday, I sat in my English class, waiting for our teacher, Mr. Robert
Robertson, to come in. The minute he stepped through the door, the class hushed
its chatter. We could see we were all in trouble. Instead of his usual smile,
there was a set jaw and a very stern expression on our teacher's face.
He strode into the room and dropped a pile of papers on his desk; we recognized
them immediately as our essays.
Without so much as a "good morning", he started berating us for our lack of
effort. He was a beloved teacher, and his keen disappointment in us was deeply
felt!
After scolding us until we were all shrunk down into our seats, he paused and
picked up the top paper. Without changing the tone of his voice he said, "Let me
read you one of your essays!"
He began reading, and to my utter humiliation, it was my paper he was reading.
I hardly heard the words that I had so hastily written. I wished the floor would
open up and swallow me. I wished I were invisible. I wished I had never been
born! I felt ill. My head was filled with ice. My emotions washed over me in
sickening waves!
When finally he had finished reading, he slapped the paper back down on his desk
and exclaimed, "Now, if one of you can write like that, there is no excuse for
the rest of you!"
I could never put into words the emotion I felt then, from utter humiliation to
bewildered exaltation!
It was a worst/best moment!
I was recently reminded of this childhood experience and the teacher I loved,
who taught me more about writing than any other. And then I thought about that
day when we are all going to be waiting in another "class", waiting for our name
to be called to stand before the Judge on the Great White Throne, knowing He is
about to read our "works" aloud for all to hear.
I know we will wait, full of trepidation, wishing that we had put more effort
into our "works of righteousness". How we will wish that we could boast of great
and mighty accomplishments!
Our hearts will faint within us when we see His glory and majesty, and we will
be filled with humiliation, knowing the small offering we have to bring before
Him. We will hang our heads in shame that we did not put more effort into our
earthly walk, that we did not focus more on what was of eternal value, on what
great things we could have accomplished for Him!
The things that we did that seemed praiseworthy in the eyes of men -- even the
things that gave us a feeling of satisfaction or pride of accomplishment -- are
not the things that will be praiseworthy in that divine courtroom.
I believe that it will be things that we did out of obedience to His divine
promptings, even things we said and did that we forgot as soon as the moment
passed, that He will approve of. I think we will be astonished when God looks at
us and says, "This, this, is what I praise you for! This is what pleased Me!
This is what made you a good and faithful servant!"
That moment truly will be the worst/best moment of our lives!
Prayer: Lord, enable us to live whatever we have left of this life in such a way
that we will be able to hear Your words of commendation: "Well done, good and
faithful servant! Enter into the joy of your Lord." In Jesus' name, we pray.
Amen.
Julie Klassen
juliefrompearls@gmail.com
Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada
Thanks to http://daily.presbycan.ca
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