staymysoul

Life is short Ross, just seventy or eighty years and boom, its all over.

Last Sunday our worship band at church played Dave Matthew's "Where Are You Going" to close out the service. It was an excellent cover and it reminded me that Jesus can claim anything as his own in order to reach culture. As the band played my mind stretched beyond the message and grasped ahold of the meat of the song.

But I do know one thing:
Where you are is where I belong.
I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be

I haven't enlisted into the thinking that life is short. I'm twenty-two, and like other twenty year old males I'm ignorantly certain in my invincibility. My legs work and my mind is still quick so as of this moment there is much to be seen and heard. Although I am guarded in my fantasy land I can't help but wonder about days long gone and the time ahead. Do I want to spend the next three decades chasing money and success? I want my family to experience stability and prosperity but every day those terms fall further from dollar signs. Is a six figure check more important than a room full of people hearing the love of God? No. Does how fast my BMW will go out weigh the love extended to others through a book of thoughts and wonderings? Will my daughter's iPod be more important than a HUNGRY NEED WORK sign being put to the side forever? In my heart the answers shout themselves across my soul.
Maybe a lifetime of serving him is more important than a lifetime serving them. I found my answer while typing, good luck with yours.