Don turned the key in the ignition. Nothing.
Dead battery.
Out came the charger, and after a few hours charging, the
car revved into life. He then drove it into Aberdeen to purchase a new battery,
and the drive itself was enough to recharge the old one. The car hadn’t been
driven for a few days, and with an old battery, that was enough to steal its
spark.
It’s such an obvious metaphor for the spiritual life. I find
that when I am active in faith-related activities, my spirit is full and
firing, and I bubble with excitement over who the Lord is and what he is doing.
When I don’t take the time to plug myself into the Lord, both through
individual time with him and also sharing study and time with others, I soon
find my spiritual battery losing its spark.
It doesn’t require serious study or silent contemplation to
recharge my spiritual battery. Tomorrow night we are hosting a young intern for
dinner between his commitments with the youth work, and I know that spending
time with another believer over a meal time offers just such a recharge to
faith.
I want to finish my race well, (wherever that finish line
is) without letting anything steal my spark.
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