The following message by Alistair Begg is
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us online at truthforlife.org. Well, can I invite you to take your Bibles
again and turn to the book of Proverbs? I’ll be referring to a number of places. If your
fingers are nimble, then you can let them do the work. If they’re not, then you can perhaps check
later to see that the things that I’m saying are actually in the Bible. But it’s always good to
keep your Bible open so that you can see that what’s being said actually emerges from the text.
I’m not here to give a talk, some dissertation, share with you things that I’ve been discovering
as I read various magazines and whatnot. I want to be the servant of the text. I
want to go in the kitchen, as it were, get the food, and bring it out. I’m not
responsible to force-feed you with it, and I haven’t come on roller skates or with special
bells that ring. I just want to be faithful to the task. And I hope that you will eat and be
satisfied. God provides the food, of course. The book of Proverbs is fantastic. There’s
no question of that. You can read it and read it and read it and never think that you’ve
learned it. I found my mother reading the book of Proverbs frequently when I was a boy, and the
more I’ve read it now in adulthood, I’m sure she was looking for strength and wisdom and courage
in order to cope at least with me, her one son. It is an intensely practical book. You find in
the book of Proverbs, if you like, godliness in working clothes. There’s no sense in
which, in reading the book of Proverbs, it would appear that a godly life is somehow or
another removed from the everyday events of our journey. But rather, we look into
the book, and we find that it is intensely practical, it is actually distinctly
uncomfortable, and it is immensely profitable. We’re looking, over these few Sundays that
we have in these summer days, at a number of subjects which emerge quite naturally and
obviously from the text. And here, as we find ourselves on the twenty-eighth of July, is it,
in the very heart of the lazy days of summer, I felt that it would be profitable for us to
address the subject of laziness. Laziness. Now, I don’t want you to nudge the person next to you,
as if somehow or another it was perfect for them. That kind of deflection will come back and bite
you. But resist the temptation to immediately stab your teenage son in the back with a word: “See,
I told you that you should come this morning. This one is definitely for you.”
Be careful of that. Do be careful. The book of Proverbs describes the lazy person
as “the sluggard.” “The sluggard.” Not a very contemporary word, but quite a good word. It
is defined by the dictionary as one who is habitually lazy or habitually inactive. They have
determined a lifestyle that is framed essentially by indolence and by inactivity.
Just as a matter of interest, this morning when I got here, I went online and
just punched in “laziness.” It occurred to me as I fell asleep last night there may be something on
the internet about laziness. And so I punched in “laziness” and was staggered to discover that
it threw up for me, initially, fifteen of the choices of 91,005 places on the internet that have
something to say about laziness. Number one in the top ten is a site called Laziness Central, which
you may be interested in, some of you—although those who would be interested in it would be too
lazy to go on the internet and get it. “Laziness Central,” it says, “is dedicated to making the
world lazier, one person at a time.” And the content includes resources for the lazy, various
features, columns, and a forum for slackers. So, intrigued by this, I clicked on it, only to
discover that you can’t bring up the page. Now, I don’t know, but I’m assuming that the reason it’s
not there is because the person, you know, had enough to get the site up, but they were too lazy,
actually, to put the rest of it on the internet. If that were the case, then they would find their
faces very quickly in the pages of Proverbs. What I want to do, then, is to look at this
individual: he’s described as “the sluggard.” First of all, we’ll take a look at his lifestyle;
we can’t say everything about him, but something. Then we’re going to drive past his house
and look at his vineyard. And then, finally, we’re going to ask ourselves the question, Just in what ways does the cap fit, as it were, in
relationship to this most important of subjects? Well, first of all, then, let’s consider
his lifestyle. We could summarize it under a number of headings. I’ll give them to you;
if you take notes, you might find it helpful. First of all, by looking at 26:13 and following,
we’re able to recognize that the sluggard is hinged to his bed. Hinged to his bed. Proverbs
26:14 says, “As a door turns on its hinges, so a sluggard turns on his bed.” He doesn’t merely
enjoy his bed; he’s stuck to his bed. He has, if you like, in graphic terms, two slots in
his back which have been perfectly created to fit into the hinges on his bed, and when he gets
himself into them and into the correct position, he is capable of movement—limited
movement. He can turn to his left, or he can turn to his right, but that’s about it.
He absolutely loves it. He makes movement but no progress. Where you found him at seven in the
morning you can find him later at eleven in the morning, and perhaps at three in the afternoon.
This individual does not like to be approached directly. He doesn’t like questions that say,
“Will you do this?” and are followed up by, “When are you planning on doing it?” He doesn’t
like someone to come, as in the words of 6:9, and say, “How long will you lie there, you
sluggard? When will you get up from your sleep?” He never actually refuses to do anything;
he just puts it off bit by bit. He deceives himself into thinking that he will get round to
it. But by minutes, small increments of time—by minutes and by inches—this individual, he or
she, allows opportunity just to slip away. Secondly, this individual hinged to his bed is
happy making excuses for his indolence. Indeed, as you read the Proverbs, you discover that
he’s quite ingenious at inventing excuses. Now, we see this in all kinds of ways. Our
children come dashing home from school on the last day of school, throw their bag down, never want
to see it again in their lives, and immediately launch themselves into the opportunities of
summer. And parental responsibility is such that we drive them here, we drive them there,
we drive them everywhere. We sit and get eaten by mosquitoes all through the night as we watch
them miss again and again their endeavors to try and connect with the softball with the bat which
we bought them only a few days before. Finally, we drag ourselves home, and it isn’t long before
one of them emerges at breakfast time—which can be anywhere between nine o’clock in the morning
and three in the afternoon—emerges at breakfast time to say, “Y’know, I’m bored. I’m bored.” And
so we say, “Well, why don’t you cut the grass?” And I’ve found that the cutting of the grass
cures boredom immensely and immediately and also produces the most ingenious excuses
that you’ve ever heard in your life. The individual who has no mind to work—the
individual who doesn’t want to work—never lacks for excuses for their idleness. If inside
of them they have no desire to engage in endeavor… And incidentally, in the New Testament,
Paul says in 1 Thessalonians that part of the responsibility of the pastor is to warn the
idle—to encourage the timid, to help the weak, but to warn the idle. Paul says to Timothy,
“Make sure the people understand that if they don’t work, they shouldn’t eat,” so that this call
to endeavor is not unique to the book of Proverbs or to the Old Testament; you find it all the way
out. And when you look at the lazy individual, they’re ingenious in excusing their indolence.
For example, still in chapter 26:13: “The sluggard says, ‘There[’s] a lion in the road, a fierce
lion roaming [in] the streets!’” No, there’s not! “Why don’t you cut the grass?”
“There’s a lion in the backyard!” “No, there isn’t! Where did you get that from?”
Well, the lazy person has managed to convince himself or herself of acts and facts that are
completely nonexistent. And the longer they go in filling their mind with that kind of thing,
they have imaginary reasons for their inactivity, and these imaginary reasons finally convince them
of the fact that they can rationalize the fact that they don’t get up. Of course, the real danger
is not the imaginary lion in the street. The real danger is the roaring lion, the devil, who loves
to come and lull people into indolence and defeat. Hinged to his bed. Happy to make excuses. Thirdly, hopeless at completing things. Hopeless at
completing things. Chapter 12 and verse 27: “The lazy man does not roast his game, but
the diligent man prizes his possessions.” Why doesn’t he roast his game? Well,
perhaps because he never got his game! He set off to hunt, and as he began
to hunt, he may even shot the thing or pierced it with an arrow, and then he said,
“Ah, I’m not going over there for that. It was enough fun firing the arrow
at it. Let somebody else pick it up.” Or he dragged the sorry carcass home and
laid it against the side of the shed, and his wife asked him, “Are we ever
going to eat this?” And he said, “Yeah, we’re gonna eat it. Don’t bug me! I shot
it, didn’t I? I’ll get round to it.” And somewhere in the heart of winter, a sorry carcass,
a skeletal structure, sticks its head out over the snow as a silent testimony to the fact that the
lazy man gives up opportunity moment by moment, inch by inch, and he is confronted by the
fact that he is hopeless at completing things. If you look at 19:24, you find the
same statement that is in 26:15: “The sluggard buries his hand in the
dish; he will not even bring it back to his mouth!” What a picture! He’d rather enjoy
his laziness than his food. So you sit him down to eat, and there he goes, and he digs in, and he
says, “Oh, I don’t know if I want to eat this.” Now, let’s be honest, gentlemen. Our wives leave
us alone, they stack the freezer, they do all the business, they go out, they get it perfect, they
leave the list, they stick it where it’s supposed to be, and they tell us, “All you need to do—all
you need to do—is take this out, pierce this, put it in here, and hey! Before you know
it, you’ll be eating wonderfully well.” I’ve been on my own now for ten days, and I can
tell you that I am not eating gourmet food. In fact, were it not for cinnamon Life and my
toaster, I’m not exactly sure where I’d be. Why? Because I understand
how easy it is to be lazy! The effort involved seems so demanding. I
mean, all of that piercing of the bag and pressing the microwave. I mean, that’s… that’s
work! And plus you have to wait for it! And who knows what’s happening to you while you’re waiting
for it, standing so close to all that radiation? No, give me the cinnamon Life. I’ll be fine.
You go in the house, it’s populated by five university students, open their
refrigerator, and what do you see? Nothing! Some old jar of peanut butter that looks as though
it’s been infested by creatures from outer space, a half-finished ketchup, and an old bottle of
water. You say, “What do I give you money for?” It’s a picture of laziness. And without wishing to
be crass or indiscreet, the classic illustration of being unwilling to complete a simple task
is surely to be found in the average bathroom. You sit down, you look at the toilet roll
holder, and what is there? A cardboard tube! Now I ask you, what is so difficult about this? In our house, there’s no magic to it. We don’t
even have to stand up; it’s a right-left movement. You go here, you bring it there, you unhook that,
you drop it in the wastepaper, you put it on, you’re done. Everybody knows that! And yet
there it sits, a silent testimony to indolence. The same person is not only hinged to
his bed, happy with excuses, hopeless at finishing things, but he’s also hungry for
fulfillment. The lazy person will always be hungry for fulfillment. His cravings will always be
unfulfilled. “The desire,” says Solomon—21:25—“The desire of the sluggard kills him,” because “his
hands refuse to labor.” He knows that he would love to have that, he knows what’s involved in
getting there, but he doesn’t want to do it. And it is his laziness that short-circuits
him. “The soul of the sluggard”—13:4—“The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing.”
Not because he can’t but because he won’t. He’s made a habit of the soft choice.
He says, “I can’t plow; it’s too cold.” And yet, he will hope that he might reap. You
can’t reap if you don’t sow and you don’t plow. And fifthly, the final tragedy of this individual is that he is proud in his own self-assessment.
That’s the significance of Proverbs 26:16: “The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes
than seven men who answer discreetly.” In other words, he regards himself as something
of a genius. He scorns his friends who are working hard. He believes himself to have found the key
to learning without any inconvenient exertion. And if you stay there in verse 16, you will notice
that he is the last to see his own features. He’s got a blind spot here. He’s no idea that he’s
lazy. In verse 13, he says, “I’m not a shirker; I’m a realist. There’s a lion in the streets!”
Wrong. In verse 14: “I’m not self-indulgent; I’m just not at my best in the morning.” “Funnily enough, you didn’t look real good in
the afternoon. And as I saw you in the evening, you weren’t looking particularly
filled with endeavor then either.” In verse 15, his inertia—burying his hand in the
dish, too lazy to bring it back to his mouth—is just an objection to people hustling him:
“Don’t hustle me! I’ll finish when I’m ready. There’s no rush. What’s the big
problem here? I’ll get round to it.” And I don’t want to be unkind to teenagers, but if a teenage boy and a teenage
girl do not seriously address this in their developmental adolescent years,
they may give themselves a mountain to climb that is greater than they will ever
conquer. Because they burn into their psyche tracks and mentalities that will be
for them their natural default path whenever they move forward in their lives. And the
picture here is comic, but it is also tragic. And we should not allow the comedic aspect of it to
prevent us from recognizing just how tragic it is: hinged to the bed, happy with excuse, hopeless
at completing things, hungry for fulfillment, and ultimately, haughty in my opinion of myself.
Well, that’s kind of representative of his lifestyle. Now, more briefly, let’s
take a drive past his house. Chapter 24 and verse 30 and following. Let’s view his
vineyard: “I went past the field of the sluggard”—verse 30—“past the vineyard of the man
who lacks judgment; thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds,
and the stone wall was in ruins.” So his approach to life has paid its dividends.
We go past this house, we say, “Either there is no one living in that house, or the person is
unwell within it or has been removed on account of illness, or the person within it is, frankly,
lazy.” Any one of those deductions would be valid. Samuel Johnson has an immense quote on laziness.
I’ll give it to you. It’s not an easy quote, but you’re a very intelligent group;
you’ll get this without difficulty. He says, “Indolence is … one of the vices from
which those whom it once infects are seldom reformed. Every other species of luxury operates
upon some appetite that is quickly [satisfied], and requires some concurrence of art or
accident which every place will not supply.” In other words, if we have a craving for eating
tubs of peaches, once you get a tub of peaches, you eat fourteen of them, it pretty well is
satisfied. And furthermore, if you have a craving for peaches, and you’re somewhere where
there are no peaches, then you’re going to have to be involved in some skillful art or in creating
some context so that you can satisfy that desire. That’s true in most of these things. But laziness
doesn’t need that! You can be lazy anywhere, anytime, without any help at all. Because
laziness is nothingness. Laziness is defaulting to sleep and to just abject confusion.
He goes on, But the desire of ease acts equally at all hours, and the longer it is indulged
[it] is the more increased. To do nothing is in every man’s power; we can
never want an opportunity of omitting duties. The lapse to indolence is soft and imperceptible,
because it is only a mere cessation of activity; but the return to diligence is difficult,
because it implies a change from rest to motion, from privation to reality.
Everybody who has ever engaged in an exercise program knows this is the case. It takes
no difficulty at all when the time comes around, whether it’s an alarm ringing or whether it’s
somebody coming and calling on us, to say, “Ach, I think I’ll just stay here.” It doesn’t
matter where “here” is! You can be in your house, you can be on the road, you can be in a
hotel: “Ach, I think I’ll just stay here.” And the more that we develop patterns
of, “Ach, I don’t think I’ll do this; oh, I don’t think I’ll apply myself; oh, I
think I’ll get round to it later,” whatever else it is, we begin to establish a track for
ourselves. On the day we determine to change, what a mountain we climb. We were running
whatever it was. We were able to talk as we ran. We were able to increase our speed or decrease
our speed. We could, within the limits of our own exercise program, do well. And then we said,
“Ach, I don’t think so. No, I don’t think so. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” And now, suddenly,
we decided we’ll go again. We thought we’d start where we were. We didn’t start where we were.
We’d only gone 150 yards, and we were walking. We couldn’t talk to our wives because we
were completely exhausted and out of breath. Our neighbor up the street wants to know why
we’re not speaking; it’s because we can’t… [makes noises of exhaustion].
And here’s the thing: the real issue about this, and the
real tragedy of the man’s house, is that laziness is not an
infirmity. Laziness is a sin. God made us to work. Indeed, “Six days you shall
labor and do all your work, but the seventh … is a Sabbath to the LORD.” And the contemporary
quest for leisure feeds on indolence, feeds on a mentality which says, “Nobody’s gonna tell
me what to do or when to work. I will just order my own program. And my desire in life is to
reduce this six to as small a number as I can. And I’m certainly not interested in this one
day of worship and rest and study and so on. All I want to do… ‘All I want
to do is have some fun.’” Sorry, that was, that’s… What’s her name?
Sheryl Crow. That just came out from nowhere. Sorry. “‘On the Santa Monica Boulevard.’
That’s all I want to do. And I’ll do it when I want, and I’ll do it with who I want,
and don’t anybody talk to me about anything.” The Christian is supposed to be
radically different from that. The problem for the individual is that he is
so stuck in his mentality that he’s unprepared to learn lessons even from nature. He’s not
prepared to go and look at the ant—chapter 6; you can find it for homework. “Consider the ant,”
says Solomon, “and be wise. He doesn’t have an overseer, he doesn’t have a manager, and still he
is industrious.” He knows what time it is, and he takes care of it. But to the sluggard, all time
is the same. There’s no need to get too active; just take things easy, rest for a while. As a boy
growing up in Scotland, Mars bars were definitely my favorite; they’re still high on the list. And
the line as a child growing up was, “A Mars a day helps you work, rest, and play.” But
for the sluggard, a Mars a day helps you rest. So, look at him as he lies hinged to his
bed, surrounded by Mars bar wrappings: “Hey, get me another Mars bar, would you? It’s
in my hip pocket. Get it out for me.” Laziness is a sin. It affects the whole of our manhood and womanhood. It
has an unperceived power. It needs to be rooted out. As parents,
we have a great responsibility in this. And in a totally leisure-consumed society,
the challenge for us is to breed children that are known for the quality of their work, for the consistency of their attendance,
for the honesty of their endeavor, for the extra mile given in the place of
their employment. These simple things will increasingly be the marks of the godly as our
world gives up on the standards of God’s Word. Finally, let’s say a word or two by way
of application. His characteristics are clear. His house is a shambles; it’s all
overgrown. What is the application to us? Well, first of all, we need to recognize, as
I say, that laziness is not something to be joked about, ultimately. It is a comic
picture, but it’s ultimately tragic. It’s something that God wants to deal with in
our lives in order that we might be our best. Some of us this morning would say that we know
Christ and we follow after him, and therefore, it is legitimate for us to ask if there is any
sense in which laziness is intruding into our walk with Christ: How am I doing in the things of God?
How am I doing in my personal devotional life? What happens in my reading of the
Bible, my own personal prayer? What about my commitment to the people of God,
not forsaking the assembling of myself together? What about my commitment to the law of God,
given not in order to make me acceptable to God, for Christ does that, but given in order
that it might frame my life, and in order that I might obey it, and in order that I might
fulfill with diligence the demands that it lays upon me as the Spirit enables me? How am I doing?
How are you doing? Has laziness crept into your soul? Are you as devoted as you were a
year ago, two years ago, five years ago? Is your zeal burning bright? Is the lamp lit
in your home and in your heart? Do those who know us best say, “There’s someone who’s
going on. He’s listening to Romans 12:11: ‘Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your
spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.’ I can see that he’s doing that.” The wife
says, “I know my husband is doing that. He doesn’t talk a lot about it. He’s not trying
to make a fuss about it. But he is diligent in the things of faith. He is committed to
following Christ. He is not a lazy man.” You remember in James Taylor’s song,
he describes that guy, he says, He’s a lazy gent, he don’t pay no rent,
He’s … bent out of shape from living in a tent. Some kind of funny looking
money machine [this] is. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But [we’ve got] promises to keep
… Miles to go before [we] sleep. There’s no time for lying down, folks. It’s daytime. It’s work time. The “night
is coming, when no one can work,” but the darkness is dark, and the light is light. And we
are the children of the light. We let our light so shine that men might see our deeds and glorify
our Father who is in heaven. And that takes absolute dependence upon the power of the Spirit
and absolute commitment to the tasks at hand. And what about our relationships within our
homes? What about our commitment to our marriages? What about diligence in relationship to
that? Has laziness crept in? If people came and examined our marriages, do they see the
flowers in place? Do they see that it is weeded, that it is cared for? Or do they see the walls
broken down? Do they drive by and say, “There’s nobody lives in that marriage. Those are just
married singles. Those people exist in the same house, but they have no communion. They have no
celebration. They have no meaningful fellowship.” My dear friends, let me tell you that in
twenty-seven years of pastoral ministry, I am forced to conclude that if I take the
evidence as presented to me, there are very few really fantastic marriages. And a significant
part of the reason is because men quit on the job: “Well, she does this, and she… ” Forget that!
You love your wife the way Christ loved the church. You take care of business. You get at it.
I just read a book that was chiding anybody for saying what I’m now saying to you. I won’t tell
you the book, ’cause I don’t want you to buy it. But the whole thesis of the book is, “Men don’t
need to be told to be good anymore. What men need is an adventure. Therefore, beware of the pastors
who tell the men, ‘Come on, now, be good.’ Listen to the pastors who say, ‘Have an adventure!’”
Let me tell you: the best adventure you and I will ever have is found along the pathway of
goodness, is found along the path of duty. Get to the thorns, and get to the thistles,
and get them out, God helping you. And in the work of the Lord, when I’m
asked to take part, do I take part? Or do I just put things off bit by bit? “If
you could call me a week on Friday, I’ll be back then.” And really, inside we’re saying,
“I hope you never call me again in my life. I don’t want to hear about this.” Or are
we the kind of people who are devoted? “Let[’s] not allow slackness,” says Paul, “to
spoil our work … let[’s] keep the [fire] of the spirit burning, as we do our work for [the Lord].”
Let’s not become masters of the unfinished. And to the extent that we have become masters
of the unfinished, that we’re tending over a journey with Christ and a journey with those
nearest and dearest to us that has broken down walls and thorns and thistles, and it is a royal
shambles, we need, frankly, only one place to go: to the cross of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Say, “Lord Jesus Christ, look at me. I never planned to be here. I never thought that
I would get here. I didn’t make a decision to become like this. Somehow or another,
it has crept up on me like scarcity; it has seized me by the throat like a bandit. I
see now that by small, incremental declensions I have grown so far from the vibrant, diligent,
committed lover of Christ, and lover of my wife, and lover of my children, and carer for
my people, and gentle to my employees.” I find this very challenging. Because, as
Wiseman says, “The sluggard is no freak,” just “an ordinary man.” [Sings:] “I’m just an ordinary man.” Sorry, that’s My
Fair Lady. Just “an ordinary man who has made too many excuses, too many refusals … too many
postponements.” You get it? “Too many refusals, too many excuses … too many postponements. [And]
it has all been as imperceptible, and … pleasant, as falling asleep.” It’s easy. It’s easy.
Finally, there are some here this morning, and frankly, you find this resentable. You
are the master of ticking everything off. You have little lists for your lists. You have
checks. You have circles, triangles, squares, and icky-dickey-do directly related to everything
that you do. Your children know that you’re on it, your wife knows that you’re on it, your
business personnel know that you’re on it, and frankly, the reason that you’re here
is because you’re on the spiritual thing. If you were a little more on it, you’d be
here at nine o’clock, but you’re on it—not bad. If you were really on it, you’d be here
at six thirty, but you must deal with that yourself. But the fact of the matter is, you say,
“You know, I don’t really need a talk like this. I mean, anyone in the community knows that I’m a
committed guy. Look at my shoes. I actually shined the heels of my shoes.” (No girl should marry a
man who does not shine the heels of his shoes.) “I am present when people ask me, I’m usually
a little ahead of the curve, and frankly, I’m a good guy. Thank you for the talk on laziness.
Very interesting. I’m never going to need it.” Hold your fire. I want, finally, in the
dying moment, to ask you this question, Mr. Businessman: Are you applying the same level
of diligence to the discovery of who Jesus is and why he came and what it means to know him as you
are to the pursuit of excellence which is valued and esteemed, and rightly so, and is commendable
within your home and community? Are you? Playing golf this week in western Michigan,
standing on the tee, the three people around me began to talk about security. And I couldn’t
address the ball because of the conversation. I couldn’t address the ball for a number of
reasons, but mainly the conversation was my excuse. So I stepped away from it and engaged
in the conversation. And the gentleman said, “You know, the Dow is down.” It was the day it
came down five hundred points or whatever it was. “And I moved it into such and such, and
I moved it here, and I moved it there.” And somebody came up with a definitive statement on
security: “After all,” he said, “security is…,” whatever it was; I’ve forgotten
what it was. But it was bogus! And I said to him, I said, “Sir, you
know, there are no pockets in a shroud. I’ve done funerals now for twenty-seven years.
I never saw anybody load a coffin up with cash. Surely security has to do with dealing with the
terminus. Surely security has to do with dealing with the one appointment that you must keep, the
one appointment that is in everybody’s diary, the one appointment that cannot be avoided. ‘It
is appointed unto man once to die, and after this comes judgment.’” Put it in your diary, Mr.
Businessman. You are definitely going there. Now, let me ask you: Have you applied the
same level of diligence to the preparation for that appointment as you have applied in your
life to securing your family’s future, etc.? And if not, why wouldn’t you? You’re a sensible
man. “Well, I’ll get around to it, I suppose. I will finally get there. I’m not sure that
I’m going to do it today or anytime soon, but I do have it in my portfolio somewhere.”
Well, be very careful, because the one thing about the sluggard is that he’s never on time. His
favorite day is always tomorrow. He tells himself there’s always going to be a later opportunity:
“Give me a little longer. Don’t press me now.” “Well,” said the hymn writer, “life at best is
very brief,” it’s “like the falling of a leaf.” What would it profit a man if
he was the most diligent man in the business, and his diligence was
such that he gained the whole world, and his laziness in spiritual things
was such that he lost his own soul? And finally, a word to the children. Thank you
for listening to me. I see you out there. You’re going, “Is he stopping?” Yes, I’m done. I was
done about five minutes ago, but now I’m stopping. Especially to teenagers: you need to deal with this, first on the spiritual
level. You’ve got to settle this issue with God. No matter who your mom and your dad is, no matter
what they’ve been to you, what they’ve done for you, how they’ve nurtured you and cared for you,
there has to come a day in your journey where you say, “Lord Jesus Christ, I am lazy about these
things. I can get up at 4:00 a.m. to play ball. I can caddy my brains out,
provided the tips are good. I can stay up with my girlfriend to 2:00 a.m. I
can play PlayStation till my fingers don’t work anymore. I can watch movies till 1:30 in the
morning, I can go to movies at 11:00 at night. I can go to Denny’s 4:00 in the
morning and eat their interesting food. But somehow or another, I can’t get this
issue sorted out with you.” It’s not can’t, miss. It’s won’t. Now is the accepted time;
today is the day of salvation. Do not ever put off to tomorrow especially a kindness that
you can do today, and do not put off to tomorrow the claims of the Lord Jesus, who
calls you to zealous, dependent Christian living.
Father, I thank you that the Bible is a lamp for our feet; it’s a light for our path.
It shines out for us. Our neighbors often say, “Why do you study that book? It’s an ancient
old book. It really has nothing much to say.” They don’t understand. We’d love to tell
them just how immensely practical it is. Forgive us, Lord, our indolence.
We’re all potentially lazy—lazy about our work, lazy with our relationships, lazy
with our consideration of Christian things and our following after you. But don’t let this message,
Lord, land on anybody’s head like an anvil, as if somehow or another the word was,
“Now, pull up your socks and do your best.” My very laziness shows me
that I must rest in Christ. I could never get enough endeavor going to work
my way to heaven. This just shows me another fact that I am a sinner in need of a Savior.
I go to Christ, and I take my rest in him, and finding my rest in him, I endeavor that by his
enabling I will work because of his love for me. Hear, then, our prayers, and let our cries
come unto you. Be with us in this day. May your grace and mercy and peace be our
portion. For we pray in Jesus’ name. Amen. This message was brought to you from Truth For
Life where the learning is for living to learn more about truth for life with Alistair
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