Temporary Diplomacy...by Anna

2 Corinthians 5:20 “Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.” ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 “Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”

Every now and then, I find myself taking life too seriously. Stressing over this and that as if it’s deciding to halt the expansion of the universe instead of deciding what clothes to wear this particular morning. Wishing a day had gone better—because I seem to think I have a finite number of days, when I have a limitless eternity of blissful ones ahead. Upset because of lost time with loved ones (which is when I remind myself ‘forever’ sounds long enough to get caught up on pretty much any amount of time). It doesn’t have to be like that. I don’t have to fret over lost days or which clothes or anything else (although the halt of further universe-expansion might be a bump in the road). What’s eighty, ninety years max compared to—again—ETERNITY? The Millennial Kingdom will way dwarf that—and His Thousand-Year Reign on earth is only the tip of the iceberg! 

We are citizens of Heaven. We don’t belong here—not in this running-down, entropy-filled universe. We are ambassadors—of Christ—and our job is simply to save as many as we can from Hell before our brief stay here is over and we’re Recalled—back home! The only things that really matter here, then, is to do what we’ve been sent to do—everything else is fairly extraneous. There are, of course, things you need to do to survive—eat, drink, provide for your family—and there are pleasures here that, although mere shadows of Home, God has put here specially for His weary ambassadors, so we generally don’t get bored. But, caught up in these ‘extraneous’ things, we tend to forget (consciously, at least) that eating, drinking, sleeping, working, and playing—you know, having a life—is not your main job. We forget that life here is a stopover before true Life, a ‘night at a noisy inn’ (Spurgeon’s take) ‘before heading for home’. 

That means that, if you’re a believer, your life here on earth can be, well, hell on earth (pardon the redundancy), you could lose everything and everyone that you cared about—and, in the long run, it wouldn’t matter. It would count as less than a bad day—a bad hour, maybe—in joyful Infinity with your Lord.

I take life too seriously. I forget to take Life anywhere near seriously enough.