Jesus asked the question, “But when the son of man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”
I was reading, again, about when Abraham negotiates with God for the sake of Sodom and Gomorrah. It went from fifty righteous ones down to ten before the negotiations ended. If there were only ten righteous people in the city, it would be spared.
I think Abraham knew he had pushed it as far as he could. And there is some evidence that he still knew it would not be enough.
Life is good right now. I’m enjoying a renewed sense of purpose, a refreshed relationship with my wife, and the unexplored territory of a stronger faith in God.
But, will it be enough?
When I come to the desert, the battle, the place of testing and fear, will my heart remain true?
I believe it will. But, sometimes I’m not sure.
The nature of man tends toward wanting our own way. Our hearts seem bent on selfishness, on fear, on hatred. We run from God, not to Him.
And the church is much the same. We don’t want preaching the convicts us. We don’t want to hear about tithing, sexual purity, deep commitment to following God’s word.
What if, when Jesus comes looking, He can’t find us, find me.
I’m here God. I’m coming after you. I want more of you.
And when it’s dry, or I’m lost, help me! You’re my only hope.