Friends in Low Places

Most people live like they are guaranteed tomorrow. Very very few actually live like we may well leave this land of the living today.

Mandisa died today. Age 47. Ask me my age.

There is a man who is despised by many. He is too bold, too active, too driven. He is too abrasive and unrefined. He is not cooperative. He is pushy and unilateral in his approach. He is visionary, but does not work well with the established leaders.

Another man seems to work well with a broader coalition of these established leaders. These know how to build and grow more widely recognized and established organizations and ministries.

Another man sings a song of a wayfaring stranger so that the stones will not cry out. No one knows this man. Well, a few people do. He may save a city, but he would be forgotten because he does not even register on the radar of any of these others.

And so we work the fields of souls

We work the fields of souls
Together you and I
Some fields are blooming now
And other fields are dry
We are not the same
Oh but differences aside
We will work the fields of souls
Together you and I

We do not know our final day or our final hour. And yet the multitudes live as though they are guaranteed tomorrow. There is coming a day for each one of us when we reach our final day, yet we will not know it. How will we live that day? The truth is that we will live it the same as every other day.

If we do not live every day as though it is our last, then we will not live our final day as the final day it is. We will all enter eternity, and we will all enter from our final day in the same way in which we live every other day.

We labor and toil among the multitudes. We know the leaders and the established men of renown. But these are not the ones who can labor much alongside us. And so we make friends in low places. We work among the forgotten, the despised, the rejected, the forsaken.

We will not be here for eons. We are a vapor, passing through this world. And so, we work the ground. We toil and sweat. We labor, and our work is not in vain. For our Master is the King of that Celestial City, and He is the goodly King and He rewards His servants far beyond what they can ask or think.