I don't want to waste my life.
That was my thought as I walked into a place more familiar than not.
I had been places like this hundreds of times before and it had never been so heart wrenching.
It was colorful, full of people, yet quiet and still.
This place was a church.
This morning as Mario and I strolled through the city center of Granada, Nicaragua, I told him, "You know, I've never been in this one."
As we removed our hats and broke the plain of the giant wooden doors, a sense of heightened curiosity hit my brain.
I thought to myself, "What are these people really doing?"
As I watched, I began to proclaim out loud, "God this is your house! This is still Your place. Let Your Spirit reside here and stir in your children; it's Yours… take over."
I gently walked around and people watched, viewed the statues and shrines, noticed the prayer candles, and even sheepishly took a few pictures.
My heart cried as people wept at the foot of saint's statues and others were "paying their dues".
All of a sudden, it hit me.
I don't want to waste my life worshipping meaningless idols.
If I'm going to waste it, I want to waste it on You, God.
Water began to fill my eyes as the pain flooded in.
I couldn't take it.
A rush of love hit my heart and I began to thrash internally.
I want every beat of my heart to be worship at your feet, Jesus – all for You.
Mario, seeing that something had hit me, wrapped his arms around me.
I cried out, "Mario, I don't want to waste my life on meaningless idols. I want to give every drop of who I am to Jesus. I want every heartbeat to be for Him. And I just want people to taste His love so bad – SO BAD! I want people to experience The Real Deal."
I don't want to waste my life – but on Jesus.
Where do you stand?
