What If?

 

 

What if? Such a simple query of words. I was deep in prayer after this terrible week of tragedy in Boston. The bombing had me ready to pick up my bags and get to Beantown immediately. Some of course, would mock this, but you do have to know me some. I am former Marine.  A 9/11 Marine at that. I was drawn in after the attacks of 9/11. I felt a that strong sense of service for my country to find a be an instrument of justice. I feel this overwhelming need to serve others. I really didn't care for the war in Iraq. My friends and so many others all felt the same way about it. That it was not what we thought it was. Moving on now. I kept coming back to that thought though. What if?  Why can't I just go an serve where I feel needed? I was blessed to be able to but always know that I have a wife and two kids requires my coordination of our household funds and just whole other mess of things ! I still kept coming back and waking up in the night with, What If?

 

What if I really lived completely for Christ? What if I really loved my neighbor? What if I really fed the starving and clothed those without? What if the fire and hunger in my spirit really took over all of my life!? What if? What if? What if I kept my mouth shut? What if I spoke? What if I was going into all the world? What if I laid hands on the sick? What if I really cut myself off from entertainment and focused on what was good for my mind, body, and spirit? What If? What if? What if I laid down my life and scooped up the life Jesus told me I could really have in him? What if I was kinder? What if I was more open? What if I  really could learn to live a life of sacrifice? What if? What if? What if I prayed more? What if just forgave someone ? What if I picked up the phone? What if ? What if I could really be his hands and feet? What if I had just said one more word? What if ? What if?

 

What will you do with your What if?