Today’s devotional thought will be a little longer, so let’s dive right in. I saw this quote on a friend’s blog and thought it was timely for us to consider.

 

Here’s an article by Don Linscott that might help you see things from a new perspective.

 

On a hot July afternoon my wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.  For three years we had tried unsuccessfully to start a family so our joy was great with the arrival of a son we had already determined to name “Lance.”

Lance was born before it became acceptable for the father to be present in the delivery room. (A fact for which I have always been grateful!) I waited in the hallway just outside the delivery room.  At precisely 4:13 p.m., I heard a sound I will never forget, Lance’s first cry. The nurse emerged with a smile and said, “You have a baby boy.” I casually responded, “Yes, I know.” I had never doubted we would have a son.

I could hardly wait to get my new family out of the hospital and back home. The wonderful glow of fatherhood was soon dimmed, however, when I was asked to visit the business office of the hospital. They wanted me to pay for Lance! In fact it seemed to me that my wife and child might be held hostage until the hospital bill was settled.  I wrote the check paying all the expenses in full, freed my family, and we made our escape. That check turned out to be only the first of hundreds, maybe thousands, I would write on Lance’s behalf. Children are expensive. There was formula and food to buy. Doctor visits and vaccinations assaulted my banking account. Diapers and toys took their toll. And clothes were a constant drain. Just about the time we built a great wardrobe for the kid, he would grow, forcing us to start all over again.

As his age and size increased so did the expenses. Soon it was baseball gloves, Nike shoes and uniforms. Then there were glasses for his eyes and braces for his teeth. And then, disaster struck. Lance became a teenager! Now it was cars and dates and name brand clothes.

Then came college. Lance had always, and only, wanted to be an architect. To me it seemed he would be in school until he was forty-two years old. Expenses soared! Tuition, books, and drawing tools led the long list of essential expenditures.

But, of course, just like parents everywhere, we were happy to be able to help him and we did all we could to support his growth and his dreams.

And then, one day, Lance died.

On a bright, sunny, beautiful, and horrible Halloween Day, twenty-one-year-old Lance was buried in my church’s little country cemetery. That afternoon I walked away from his grave and since that day I have never spent another nickel on Lance.

That is how I learned it. Death is cheap. Death can be sustained without expense. It is living that is costly. It is growth that is expensive. Our dreams, visions, and hopes require sacrifice. Death doesn’t! And that is why I will never join a church that doesn’t need money. A living, growing, thriving church will always require the continual, consistent and conscientious financial support of its members.

 

For sure… “death is cheap.” God knows all about the value of life and the sacrifice necessary to offer LIFE to us all. 

 

“For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.” (1 Peter 1:18-19 NIV)

 

Prayer thought:

No one can want it for you. If you truly desire the kind of growth that is costly; if you are ALL IN and you want to live sacrificially, then begin your prayer time today with these four words…

 

Lord, whatever the cost…