Well, It's Time.

Monday, March 28, 2011
Well, It’s Time. There are the occasional nights when sleep just doesn’t seem to want to be my friend. I’ll lay awake for hours, and then my mind begins to kick into overdrive as I begin to think through all that I have to do the following day. That just makes it even more impossible to go to sleep. At 1:30am this morning, I was in this particular situation. I think I finally fell asleep somewhere around 2am. At 4:30am when I heard that all too familiar sound of my alarm going off, the first thought through my mind was very simple, “Well, it’s time.”
A man and his wife have dreamed for just about 9 months now what their little bundle of joy would look like. They both remember the dramatic messages they’d received when his birth was first announced to them. It seems like only yesterday when they found out they were going to bring Him into the world, yet so much as changed since then. Now they have found themselves in a tiny stable in tiny Bethlehem, and the moment is very near. I can just hear the angels gathering around to watch as one of them mouths the words, “Well, it’s time!”
Can you imagine what it must have been like to have been a childhood friend of Jesus? To play in the mud with the One that formed Adam out of it. To go swimming with the One who made the oceans. And then as He grew older to see Him maturing into a man must have been just incredible. And then on the day when He goes to John the Baptist for baptism to officially kick off His public ministry that would ultimately lead to His crucifixion…I can almost hear Mary say, “Well, it’s time.”
As He walks to the Garden with His disciples, the angels must have cried as they knew the moment was drawing near. As the crowd rushes ahead toward the place where Christ and His followers are praying, the devil must have smiled from ear to ear knowing the time was almost upon him. As Judas placed that famous kiss upon the cheek of our Redeemer, I wonder if Mary’s “mother’s gut feeling” made her stomach turn wherever she was. “Well, it’s time.”
As He hung on display, nailed to an execution tool we call the cross, the crowd mocked and laughed at Him. Most of His own closest friends, His disciples, had run for their lives. His mother is there and is heartbroken over where she finds her precious baby Boy now. And as He utters some of His last words, I can almost hear God the Father say, “Well, it’s time,” as He turns His back on His only begotten Son who is currently carrying the weight of every single sin ever committed in history.
He was buried. He arose. He ascended. He sat down. And the moment is nearing, friend, when He will hear His Father say the long awaited words, “Well, it’s time.” He’ll stand up. He’ll come back. And we’ll be gone.
You may have been waiting for the perfect day to give your life to Christ. You may have been putting off recommitting your life to Christ in a wholehearted way. You may be straddling the fence in your walk with Him, and have been claiming to be waiting for just the right time to pick sides. I can say now with all that is within me as never before – “Well, it’s time!”



That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake

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