Wasting Away in Jesus-ritaville



There are too many already vacationing on heaven’s shore;
All the while many near you are unintentionally knocking on death’s door.

The taste of your “forever” is so sweet you become drunk with comfort;
Refusing to get on your feet because doing so might actually take effort.

Back off me, I said I’m pretty sure I believe;
Continuing to defend until you once more achieve your cozy reprieve.

Parts of the Bible make sense and I really appreciate the morals;
Never realizing its purpose isn’t to create nifty catch-phrases like “never rest on your laurels.”

You may have even wrongfully thought that phrase was straight outta’ the Good Book,
But you wouldn’t know either way because you never took the time to look.

Out of this ignorance the competing philosophies of "knowing them by their fruits" and "salvation by works" have become intertwined;
Causing some to think the tree of the philanthropic atheist
bares juicy peaches and plums combined.

The line between righteousness and sin is made out to be so hazy and skewed,
You wouldn't dare take a stand on either for fear of appearing rude.

So you continue to play church, munching on spiritual tea and crumpets;
Just hangin’ out while you wait for Christ and his angels to blow their trumpets

For too many it's the end you long to see;
Meanwhile you miss out on everything you were created to be:

Leading a horse to water and watching it drink;
Watching truth and light expand as sin and darkness shrink.

Witnessing lives align more closely to the original intentions of the Creator;
The opportunity to live the adventurous life of an instigator...

Instigator of truth, hope, mercy, change and fulfillment in life;
But too many pass up that “front-line” role because they don’t want the strife.

So you say you were called to be a “behind the scenes kinda guy;”
Try explaining that to Peter who hung upside-down on a cross to die.

Pretty sure he didn’t want to go out that way,
But he LIVED his principles ‘til the end; unwilling to sway

Instead, donations to the local shelter become the extent of your outstretched hands;
As if you could build a ladder to heaven from unused soup cans.

So what is it you are asking me to do?

Choose a side and stop going through life so comfortably in the middle,
So others might know where you stand without it being such a riddle.

Until then, I’ll respect the atheist far more than you,
At least they come to battle armed with a well thought-out point-of-view.

And please be smarter than what you hear on TV:
"You too can taste this heavenly goodness for a small fee

Donate $300 to the number flashing across your set,
And get ready to see God do amazing things when I buy this private jet!"

Yea, this is more than your typical case of “buyer-beware;”
Those money hungry people are no better than the pigs in your local county fair.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand,
It’s time to get off the beach and out of the sand.

Start living a front-liner kind of life;
And newsflash: “It doesn’t have to cut everyone like a knife”

Just keep the message simple as was the intention,
The supernatural simplicity of the gospel still goes beyond comprehension.

Focus less and less on the endless religious rhetoric,
And more and more on the principles that made Jesus historic.

This is where the teaching must end,
and where your journey must begin.

You’ll have to seek and find it on your own;
asking that the living wisdom of the Holy Spirit be made known.

You must be willing to leave the comfort of your Christian bubble,
In fact, blast that motha’ and leave it in the rubble.

PS: Don’t let your fear of death be the weak engine that keeps your faith in-line;
It’ll keep you frozen until that final day when you’re out of time.

The reality is that one day you will be washed and buried,
And in those final moments don’t regret turning down the workload you could have carried.

Do you want to continue wasting away in Jesus-ritaville, or start living a fulfilled life here and now?