Sometimes we all forget our purpose.
Maybe its a mother who gets caught up
in baking cookies that her dinner is late.
Baking cookies was not a bad thing,
certainly not to the child.
But the rest of her family might
have wished that she'd remembered her
purpose for being in the kitchen
was really to cook dinner and not cookies.
Maybe it is a dad who had great intentions
of driving you to the mall,
but fails to realize that Christmas eve
is just not the best time to shop.
Perhaps its just us as Christ followers.
We mean well by our routines
and rituals of church, and how we
spend our personal time with God.
Yet we see a fellow Christian
with whom we have 'issues' and find it
easier to turn the other way and pretend
that we suddenly are having an
"I need some Immodium" moment,
or we slide the sunglasses over our eyes
thinking "maybe if I don't see them
they won't see me."
Our purpose as Believers and
Followers is to reproduce.
Unfortunately, most unbelievers
who observe such behavior would most
likely prefer to follow only if they
were headed to a garbage dump.
Where does our purpose lie?
In our hearts or in a Heap?