Deadlines kill me. “Why does this homework have to be due by midnight?” I groan, “If I could just do this at my own pace, life would be so much better!” Then I have to remind myself, if there were no little deadlines, I would find myself at the end of semester with an entire textbook to read and four months of assignments due in 8 hours.
I don’t consider myself to be a procrastinator. That being said, I know that if there were no deadlines, something would always come up that was more urgent than doing my homework. One day I would simply wake up to find myself out of time.
That’s why I’m thankful for weekly classes, checkups with advisors, the necessity of continual studying, and yes, even habitual homework deadlines.
Deadlines are like practice for the real thing. One day, every single one of us will wake up to discover that we are out of time. Our lives have either run their course or been tragically cut short. Most of us, if left on our own, probably wouldn’t make it.
That’s why we have weekly church services, meetings with pastors and mentors, daily personal devotions, prayer time, and communion. Communion is like the little homework deadline so you can ultimately pass the class. It’s a go-no-further-until-you-have-confronted-the-sin-in-your-life-and-surrendered-yourself-to-Christ moment.
We can look at God as that strict teacher who wants to make us miserable over the weekends and nit-picks at every little detail. Or, far more accurately, we can look at Him as that kind teacher who desperately wants us to pass the class.
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