Running along the pace set in
meters to kilometers, feet to miles
muscles pulling oxygen from each breath
your mind is focused, and your heart is steady pumping
but then, then rain came
From where it came, you do not know
as if from tempest far off, it has come straight for you
Do you give up, do you turn back?
Or do you seek shelter in determination to reach your goal?
Press on, run the race, until there is no strength or breath from Him received
For the race you run is not your own
But with purpose you were created and so shall you run!
I am not the master of my sea
I am not the captain of my ship
The courage to sail is not from within me
The mast and oar have no strength
Yet the journey is His joy and command
For His glory the moorings were destroyed and the harbor of my desire is lost
Onward in His hands I sail
To a shore lined with glory by and by
Copyright 2021, Johnathan Sexton, All rights reserved
There will be many seasons in a man’s life when the normal seems too ordinary. The new seems extraordinary, and the heart is unsearchable.
What then does a man do?
Does he seek the council of the wise or test and learn, simply to despise the failure from which he has learned so much.
Let it not be so.
Trying and failing is a triumph in courage. Loved and lost and all, it seems.
Try and try again is the motto of a man in his season of life with restless fallow field.
Press on, plow in, break dirt and let the seed be stored for tomorrow.
Copyright © Johnathan Sexton and OneChristianMan.com 2020
these late colors upon the tree
How the leaves blaze
Surely this is their splendor
The most vibrant and full of life
How the colors pop off the canvas of the sky
It brings gladness to me
For God has given us a sign
Yet what’s this I see
The leaves dropping here and there
Is not this the pinnacle of their grandeur?
Oh the height of their beauty is the beginning of their end
For only a short time God waits for their purpose is for Him
Lord let my last breath and final purpose be as the leaves are to this tree
To return to you my best showing
And then quickly return to thee
We have clues that the fish are here. They should be here, it’s fertile water with plenty. The waves are calm and there have been fish before at these depths at this time of year.
Throw out the nets and be prepared for the catch. What reason would there be for anything other than success.
Let the nets settle in and posture yourself for the pull, it’s going to be a heavy and laborious haul. Pull! Catch them all, don’t let any swim free, close up the net!
But nothing is there. The net has no tug except from its own weight and drag. The net itself is the only burden, dragging up through the water. The fish were not there.
Surely we simply missed and we’ll just slightly move and try again. And again we try and try again. Until we’ve worked all night and caught nothing but despair.
Whose voice is telling you to cast your nets? And will you obey? For when Jesus is the captain the fish will swim your way.
Simon answered and said, “Master, we worked hard all night and caught nothing, but I will do as You say and let down the nets.” When they had done this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish, and their nets began to break; so they signaled to their partners in the other boat for them to come and help them. And they came and filled both of the boats, so that they began to sink.
Luke 5:5-7 NASB