Detained at the gate...
We were late getting to the airport, then I had to go through a special services line because my tickets wouldn't print off...I didn't understand their language and they didn't understand mine, hurry, hurry...quickly walking to gate, quick bathroom break, then my name is called over the loud speaker, go to desk, they try explain what is happening until finally someone types into google which translates into English that I have been "randomly" chosen for a total search and to wait at gate until this is completed...the upside is that I get early boarding...after all the rush...so I stand, no seats, in that spot for 45 minutes, negating any last minute shopping that I had planned...
They finally unload all of my puzzle-pieced suitcase, backpack, purse on a table, checking each nook and cranny for "something"..., piling it all back in and escorting me into the waiting plane...all the while smiling as I thanked them for their "service".
As I stood there, patiently waiting, I watched the crowds of people, some rushing as I had been, some walking slowly, some carrying infants, some checking out the stores along the way, some entertaining their cute dogs with diapers, some asleep, some reading, some staring into space...many nationalities, languages....we were all waiting, wondering when we would be called...and the call was in someone else's hand, not ours...
What were our destinations, what baggage did we have, would we be allowed entrance to the next part of the journey?
Life...
I was standing before the final Judge...my life laid bare, my baggage strewn open for all to see...what had I packed that needed examined...had I made the right choices...was I examined and found wanting...
We all have these choices here while in earth...what will we pack into life that has worth? Will we choose the real Truth, Life, the Way...the real Savior and not the shiny trinkets that the world offers...does my life stand up under the final inspection ? Do the choices I packed into life glorify the God whom I choose to serve? Will He smile and say, "well done" your "baggage" passed
Inspection? Is my heart clean? Or do I carry dirty laundry, still?
I chuckled as I stood there...what thoughts...what examinations...what conscience clearing...God, you have such a sense of humor...my "luggage" laid open for inspection...nothing was found out of the ordinary...and I flew to my destination...
I want that same final inspection for eternity to go as well...arriving at the "gate" with the right thing...salvation...given by the God who keeps his promises...
Thank YOU...you give "pictures" of life in amazing ways...
Psalm 51:10, 15 Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise.
Psalm 121:7-8 The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
2 Corinthians 13:5-7 Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you—unless, of course, you fail the test?
And I trust that you will discover that we have not failed the test.
Now we pray to God that you will not do anything wrong—not so that people will see that we have stood the test but so that you will do what is right even though we may seem to have failed.
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