I'm sure that this will come as no surprise to you, but I'll tell
you anyway: Valentine's Day is right around the corner!
I have to admit, though, every year I'm amazed at how many guys
forget all about it until the very day. Then they scramble
around during their lunch hour, searching for a decent card on
the almost-empty racks of the neighborhood drugstore.
The only "gift" they get is a box of candy that they grab on the
way to the checkout. Unless, of course, they have lots of money
and feel guilty for some reason -- then they swing into a jewelry
store and drop a couple hundred on a pair of earrings or a
bracelet.
I'll bet that most of these last-minute romantics pull it off,
too. They show up at home in the evening, armed with a card, a
box containing chocolate (or gold), and perhaps some flowers for
good measure. They whisk their "significant other" into their
arms, dole out a couple smooches, hand over the loot, and head
out the door to wait in line for an hour at a nearby restaurant.
The significant other never knows the difference. The last-
minute scrambling, the fact that the card was "just right"
because there were no others left to choose, the convenient candy
-- it's all unknown to the significant other. The romantic
evening seems as though it had been planned in great detail, not
thrown together on the fly.
And do you know what scares me about this whole scenario?
What scares me is that so many of us treat Judgment Day as if it
were Valentines Day. We know it's coming eventually, but we
continue to put off our preparation until later.
But what will happen if we wait until the day of? Will we be
able to scramble around at the last minute and make things right?
Will we be able to drop a couple bucks, pick up some flowers, and
impress the Lord with how well-prepared we are?
For some reason, I doubt it.
So enjoy this Valentine's Day. Share flowers, candy and kisses
with your loved one. Be romantic, even if it's a last-minute
thing. But let's not forget the important stuff.
Let's not treat our salvation as an after-thought.
Peace,
Brandon