Someone once wrote, "A mind is a terrible thing to waste."
Many of us look back on our high school and college years and remember how we played the fiddle while Rome burned. Thoughtfully, we look back and seem to relive the lives of a misspent life. The words to the gospel song "Wasted Years" seem to loom over the past horizons for us.
More than 2,000 ago, wonderfully written by the Holy Spirit of God, a young man was described as asking his father for his inheritance and then wasted all of his substance on riotous living.
Having spent all, desperately feeding with the hogs, he came to himself and returned to the father.
Implying temporary insanity, he came back to the father seeking help.
Alas too long, and too late we have spent most of our time on the trifles of life.
I am reminded of the little fable which asks, "Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been?"
"I've been to London to see the Queen."
"Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, what did you there?"
"I watched a titmouse under her chair?"
Absolutely so many of us are watching a titmouse when we could be impacting our own lives to the Glory of God.
What if we prayed as Jabez, "Oh, that you would bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast and that thy hand will be with me, and that you would keep me from evil that it may not grieve you and me"?
And God granted that which he requested.
We are created in God as his.
Our main purpose in life is to put him first. Matthew writes, "But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all theses things will be added unto you." This is the secret of a life we don't have to bemoan. It is direct from the hands of the good hand man.
Why have we settled for less than we are so capable, both physically and spiritually?
After preaching the gospel for 57 years, I so regret that I am not a better Christian, so much more knowledgeable of his word.
Listen again to the haunting words of the hymn: "Wasted years, wasted years, oh how foolish! Turn around turn around, Jesus is calling."
(Mac Wells is pastor at Eddyville Second Baptist Church. His opinions are his own and not necessarily those of this newspaper.)