Reposted from The River Walk
“Yet it isn’t I who will accuse you before the Father. Moses will accuse you! Yes, Moses, in whom you put your hopes. If you really believed Moses, you would believe me, because he wrote about me. But since you don’t believe what he wrote, how will you believe what I say?”
Not two minutes after Eric returned home from work the doorbell rang. “What now” he thought. As he rolled his way off the couch he wondered if there was anyone he was supposed to be meeting tonight. Did he plan on having company and completely forget about it? The man he met at the door was a complete stranger. The tailored suit, perfectly combed hair, and air of authority said money. The manila envelope in his left hand said lawyer. before unlocking the door another, more panicked thought went through Eric’s mind. “Am I being served?” In that brief moment he could think of nothing he had done since early in his college days and surely by now the statute of limitations has passed. Unless this was a paternity issue. Oh no.
When he opened the door, the man on the porch said, “Mr Murray? Eric Murray?” With a smile at Eric’s worried, hesitant yes, the lawyer asked if he could come in. Eric showed him in and the two sat themselves at the dining room table. What happened after that was nothing short of surreal. For a couple years before the bills started piling impossibly high and he had to buckle down and get a respectable job as an engineer, Eric had tried his hand as an inventor. He had a good half dozen patents registered but nothing of substance ever came of it. Until now. Apparently Honda was wanting to purchase one of those patents on windshield wipers to start using on their next line of vehicles. Windshield wipers. For 1.2 million dollars. That can’t possibly be right.
Eric said that and the lawyer responded how he has everything here in writing. Winning the lottery would have been more believable. He hadn’t thought of those patents in over a decade. He had always viewed those years as a mistake of youth. And now that “mistake” just made him a millionaire. The paperwork was signed and the money went into an account… where it just sat there. He didn’t buy a new car or a new house. He bought no gifts for his wife or his daughter. In writing he was a millionaire but in reality he wasn’t. That account just wasted away, numbers in a system that had no true impact on anybody’s life.
As impossible as that might be to believe, that is just what many of us who call ourselves Christians do everyday. We claim to believe what we read in writing. Scripture tells us of the gospel of Christ. It tells us of what He has done for us and the promises He has made to us. We claim to believe it. But it makes no impact on our lives. There treasures of heaven are ready to be opened up on our account, the grace of God sits ready to be lavished on us. But we would rather talk about it than to live in it. A whole new world, a whole better life is available to us. But we are stuck clinging to the old. We are holding too tightly to the past to be able to truly grasp what God has offered in writing. Perhaps it is time to stop claiming what it is we believe and begin to truly live out the proof of it.