Summary: Sell out to Jesus, Give Him your all. Don’t hold back.
LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING
From the desk of Pastor W.C. Blankenship
TEXT: 2 KINGS 20:1-6
1 ¶ In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And the prophet Isaiah the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Set thine house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.
2 Then he turned his face to the wall, and prayed unto the LORD, saying,
3 I beseech thee, O LORD, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.
4 And it came to pass, afore Isaiah was gone out into the middle court, that the word of the LORD came to him, saying,
5 Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the captain of my people, Thus saith the LORD, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee: on the third day thou shalt go up unto the house of the LORD.
6 And I will add unto thy days fifteen years; and I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city for mine own sake, and for my servant David’s sake.
I’VE BEEN LONGING TO TELL THE CHURCH CONGREGATION SOMETHING. EVEN THOUGH WERE NOT ALL HERE I FEEL THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME. IT’S ONE THE SECRETS OF LIFE.
IT’S NOT HOW TO GET RICH QUICK, BUT IT WILL ENRICH YOUR LIFE.
IT ISN’T THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH, BUT IT WILL KEEP YOU YOUNG AT HEART. IT PROBABLY WON’T MAKE YOUR LIFE LONGER, BUT IT WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE BETTER, FULLER, DEEPER, BROADER, BETTER…”LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING!”
It’s simple. The best things always are. I hope it becomes your prayer, your motto, your mantra. I hope it becomes a part of you. Every day.
There is a song that caught my attention for this message today. You may have heard it. It was written by Tim Nichols and sung by Tim McGraw in titled “Live Like You Were Dying.” This song has crossed over from the country line up into the Christian music world. Listen to the words:
He said, “I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me,
When a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
And I spent most of the next days looking at the x-rays
And talking ‘bout the options, talking ‘bout sweet time.”
And I asked him when it sank in
That this might really be the real end.
“How’s it hit you when you get that kind of news?
Man, what’d you do?” He said,
“I went sky diving; I went rocky mountain climbing’
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying.”
And he said, “Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying.”
He said, “I was finally the husband that most the time I wasn’t.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all ‘a sudden going fishin’ wasn’t such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.”
“And finally I read the Good Book and I took a good long hard look
At what I’d do if I could do it all again…and then
Like tomorrow was a gift
And you’ve got eternity to think of what you did with it…
What you did with it…What did I do with it?