Summary: The motto, "Only one life, twill soon be past; only what's done for Christ will last", forms the three points of this sermon of the fact that we only have one life to live in which to prepare for eternity, and that live is brief and and serious.
“Only One Life”—My Favorite Motto
March 10, 2014
TEXT: James 4:14 – “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”
Years ago I heard a motto that has never left me. In fact, hardly a month goes by that I don’t think of it. Through the years, that little motto has become my favorite, because nothing else distills in one phrase the whole of the goal and purpose of the Christian life.
The motto goes like this: “Only one life, ’twill soon be past; only what’s done for Christ will last.”
Perhaps you’ve heard it before. I’d like us to ponder that little motto today. This motto tells me three things about my life and yours that are encapsulated in our text. So let’s see what they:
I. THE MOTTO BEGINS WITH “ONLY ONE LIFE…” – THIS TELLS US THAT OUR LIFE IS SINGLE
The first modern missionary from America, Adoniram Judson, said this:
You have but one life in which to prepare for eternity. Had you four or five lives, two or three of them might be spent in carelessness. But you have only one. Every action of that one life gives coloring to your eternity. How important, then, that you spend that life so as to please the Savior.
Those are profound words.
Folks, this life you have is the only one you will EVER have, so… God help you to make it count for eternity. God help you to live your life for the things that count. God help you to spend your time doing things that make a difference in God's kingdom.
Illus. – I remember several years ago, when I was an assistant pastor in Tennessee going to visit an old man who had lived his whole life in sin and selfishness. He finally came to the Lord in his sixties. When he was diagnosed with cancer, I went to visit him at his home shortly before his death.
The day I was there he was in a reminiscent mood. But I didn't hear a soliloquy about “the good ’ole days” like I expected. It was more like a confessional. The old man shared with me how before he came to the Lord, he had neglected his family for his job;… how he had not been there for his children like he ought to have been;… how he had not trained up his children in the Lord, or even with any real character;… how he had squandered opportunities to make his life count by doing good to others or serving God; how he had lived for sin and pleasure and popularity and mostly making money and accumulating material things and power.
I recall that during our conversation, he suddenly grew very quiet. Sensing some inner struggle, I too sat silently—pensively awaiting his next words, pondering the things he had shared with me, frankly not knowing quite what to say. After a few moments, he looked away from me and I saw him wipe a tear away as he said, “I sure wish I could live my life over again.”