When someone is hurt, ill or sad, its easy to become distracted, absorbed by the painful reality of life. One of the common reactions is to pout, a visible form of depression by expressing disappointment through your body language. This pitiful state blinds individuals from those who need you the most, often resulting in isolation and withdraw. Once you reach this point, its hard to snap out of this mindset.
Since my tubing accident, I guess you can say I lost or wasted the entire month of February. I feel like I have been bewitched by the sorrow of my circumstances, similar to the church of Galatia who lost sight of faith, Galatians 3:1-5. In my mental absence, my wife has tried to hold our family together as best as she could. However, now its time for me to stop pouting and start leading.
“Compromise is the language of the devil,” according to one of Eric Liddell’s mentors in Chariot’s of Fire. As a parent, if you allow your children to wear you down, compromise will become a way of life. As my eyes have awoken from my spiritual slumber, its essential for me to lead my kids toward the less traveled road, Matthew 7:13-14. However, words are meaningless unless I display the way. Therefore, I need to experience a Chrysalis like the butterfly, 2 Corinthians 5:17, who enters as an inch worm and exits transformed on wings like eagles, Isaiah 40:31. If people stop pouting and start leading, this generation can be saved one life at a time.
by Jay Mankus