ECHOES IN THE WIND

This morning as I was having my morning coffee the
song Steve Green wrote many years ago crossed 

my mind.  As I sat and pondered on it, I realized we 

Americans are laying down the wrong things.

We are being bombarded from every direction to

accept people who are doing wrong,

to have more tolerance for their language, their actions, 

and their denial of Jesus Christ.

It started ever so slowly, yet now that thirty years 

has passed we are seeing the earth quakes, 

the tornado's, rumors of war, churches 

being attacked, people losing their freedom. 

We are seeing exactly what the bible said the

end times would look and sound like.

We as Christians are called to lay 

down certain things.  We are called to lay down our

burdens.  We are called to push aside our difference.

We are called to give up our selfishness.  We have been 

asked to give up our pride.  We are to push aside

every weight that so easily causes us to stumble.

There are some things we are not asked to give up.  

I am afraid that the bath water became so dirty that 

we threw out the baby with the bath water.  We 

never even knew when it happened because everything

became gray.  We learned to question everything that
is right and accept things that are wrong.  

We were rocked to sleep and now it seems 

impossible for us to wake back up.

Here is the chorus to Keith Green's Song

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

May the fire of our devotion light their way

May the footprints that we leave

Lead them to believe

And the lives we live inspire them to obey

What sort of things will our children discover when 

they sort through our belongings?  Will they find 

that we laid down our flags and our bibles so we could 

spend more time watching television, posting on Facebook, 

getting cute tattoos, shopping of our favorite shoes 

or clothing articles, or buying a vehicle, just one up from what 

our neighbors have?  Or, will they find the foundation of our

deep devotion and freedom lies nailed down deep within
the bloody truth that men gave their lives for our America,

for our freedom and for the Word of God?  These men gave
their blood so that we would have the freedom to tattoo
our hearts with the Word of God and yet we have laid that
freedom aside.

These men didn't choose the best of everything,
they chose the truth. They chose you were far more than the
dirt you stand on. They chose to shed their very blood
for people they would never meet.  We are so sleepy headed
that we find ourselves wondering if we would even shed
our blood for the people we love most dearly,
for our children and grandchildren.

When our children pick up our bibles will they 

find the pages almost like new?  Will they find that beautiful 

book in perfect condition because we reverenced it so 

deeply that we never touched it, or applied its words 

to our hearts?  I pray the people who come behind us find 

our bibles filled with marks, with notes and as they read the 

pages they can see where we wept for the souls of our children 

and our grandchildren.  May the pages have ridges, 

may they be worn and almost falling from the book 

and echo our devotion to our God.
  

I pray they see that even though our bodies are no longer 

with them, they can hear the echoes in the wind, "May all

who go behind me find me faithful.  May the fire

of my devotion light their way.  May the footsteps that I 

leave, cause them to believe.  And the life I lived 

cause they them to obey.  May all who go

behind me find me faithful."


Hebrews 12:1

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about 
with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay 
aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, 
and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; 
who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and is set down at the right 
hand of the throne of God.