The message of the resurrection is that the Risen Christ is alive and at work in the world. Our job as disciples is to discern where that is and join him! Unfortunately, sometimes we forget our calling to serve. This past Sunday I shared an alternative version of the old “Footprints” poem that reminds us of our calling:
One night I had a wondrous dream, one set of
footprints there was seen: the footprints of my
precious Lord, but mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared, and I
asked the Lord, “What have we here? Those
prints are large and round and neat, but Lord
they are too big for feet.” “My child,” He said
in somber tones, “For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith, but you refused
and made me wait. You disobeyed, you would not
grow, the walk of faith, you would not know. So I
got tired, I got fed up, and there I dropped you on
your butt.” Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb, when
one must rise and take a stand, or leave their
butt prints in the sand.